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6, 6, 6, 6, 8, 8 (H. м.)

WELCOME, delightful morn,
Thou day of sacred rest;

I hail thy kind return:

Lord, make these moments blest. From the low train of mortal toys I soar to reach immortal joys.

2 Now may the King descend,

And fill His throne of grace;
Thy sceptre, Lord, extend,

While saints address Thy face;
Let sinners feel Thy quickening Word
And learn to know and fear the Lord.

3 Descend, O heavenly Dove,

With all Thy quickening powers,
Disclose a Savior's love,

And bless these sacred hours:
Then shall my soul new life obtain,
Nor Lord's Days e'er be spent in vain.

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7s 61

SAFELY through another week
God has brought us on our way;

Let us now a blessing seek,

Waiting in His courts today: Day of all the week the best, Emblem of eternal rest!

2 Mercies multiplied each hour

Through the week our praise demand; Guarded by almighty power,

Fed and guided by His hand,

Though ungrateful we have been,

And repaying love with sin.

3 While we pray for pardoning grace, Through the dear Redeemer's name, Show Thy reconcilèd face,

Take away our sin and shame:
From our worldly cares set free,
May we rest this day in Thee.

4 As we come Thy name to praise
May we feel Thy presence near;
May Thy glory meet our eyes,
While we in Thy house appear:
Here afford us, Lord, a taste
Of our everlasting feast.

5 May Thy Gospel's joyful sound

Conquer sinners, comfort saints; Make the fruits of grace abound,

Bring relief for all complaints: Thus may all our Sabbaths prove Till we join the Church above.

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ON this day, the first of days,
God the Father's name we praise,
Who, creation's fount and spring,
Did the world from darkness bring.

2 On this day th' eternal Son

Over death His triumph won;
On this day the Spirit came
With His gifts of living flame.

3 Oh, that fervent love today
May in every heart have sway,
Teaching us to praise aright
God, the source of life and light!

4 Father, who didst fashion me
Image of Thyself to be,

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Fill me with Thy love divine,
Let my every thought be Thine.

5 Holy Jesus, may I be

Dead and buried here with Thee,
And, by love inflamed, arise
Unto Thee a sacrifice.

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L. M.

THIS day at Thy creating word
First o'er the earth the light was poured;
O Lord, this day upon us shine,

And fill our souls with light divine.

2 This day the Lord for sinners slain
In might victorious rose again:
O Jesus, may we raisèd be

From death of sin to life in Thee.

3 This day the Holy Spirit came
With fiery tongues of cloven flame:
O Spirit, fill our hearts this day
With grace to hear, and grace to pray.

4 O day of light, and life, and grace,

From earthly toils sweet resting-place, Thy hallowed hours, best gift of love, Give we again to God above!

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WITH joy we hail the sacred day
Which we have called God's own;
With joy the summons we obey
To worship at His throne.

2 Thy chosen temple, Lord, how fair!
As here Thy servants throng

C. M.

To breathe the humble, fervent prayer,
And pour the choral song.

3 Spirit of grace, O deign to dwell Within Thy Church below; Make her in holiness excel,

With pure devotion glow.

4 Let peace within her walls be found;
Let all her sons unite

To spread with holy zeal around
Her clear and shining light.

5 Great God, we hail the sacred day
Which we have called Thine own;
With joy the summons we obey
To worship at Thy throne.

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C. M.

THIS is the day the Lord hath made; He calls the hours His own; Let heaven rejoice, let earth be glad, And praise surround the throne.

2 Today He rose and left the dead,
And Satan's empire fell;

Today the saints His triumph spread
And all His wonders tell.

3 Hosanna to th' anointed King,
To David's holy Son:

Help us, O Lord; descend and bring
Salvation from Thy throne.

4 Blest be the Lord, who comes to men
With messages of grace;

Who comes in God His Father's name, To save our sinful race.

5 Hosanna in the highest strains

The Church on earth can raise!

The highest heavens, in which He reigns, Shall give Him nobler praise.

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ADVENT

8, 7, 8, 7, 7, 7, 8, 8

COMFORT, comfort ye my people,

Speak ye peace, thus saith our God; Comfort those who sit in darkness,

Mourning 'neath their sorrow's load; Speak ye to Jerusalem

Of the peace that waits for them;
Tell her that her sins I cover,
And her warfare now is over.

2 For the Herald's voice is crying
In the desert far and near,
Bidding all men to repentance,
Since the kingdom now is here.
O, that warning cry obey!

Now prepare for God a way!

Let the valleys rise to meet Him, And the hills bow down to greet Him.

3 Make ye straight what long was crooked,
Make the rougher places plain:
Let your hearts be true and humble,
As befits His holy reign;

For the glory of the Lord
Now o'er earth is shed abroad,
And all flesh shall see the token
That His Word is never broken.

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8, 7, 61

JESUS came, the heav'ns adoring,

Came with peace from realms on high;

Jesus came for man's redemption,
Lowly came on earth to die;

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