4. The various forms that men devise
To shake my faith with treacherous art
I scorn as vanity and lies
And bind Thy Gospel to my heart.
Anne Steele, 1760, a.
THE LORD’S DAY.
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Father, who the light this day
Out of darkness didst create,
Shine upon us now, we pray,
While within Thy courts we wait.
Wean us from the works of night,
Make us children of the light.
2. Savior, who this day didst break
From the bondage of the tomb,
Bid our slumbering souls awake
And dispel their doubt and gloom;
Let us, from our bonds set free,
Rise from sin and live to Thee.
3. Blessed Spirit, Comforter,
Sent this day from Christ on high,
Lord, on us Thy gifts confer,
Cleanse, illumine, sanctify;
All Thine influence shed abroad;
Lead us to the truth of God.
Julia A. Elliott, 1833, a.
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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 scepter, 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.
Hayward, in Dobell’s New Sel., 1806.
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Safely through another week
God has brought us on our way;
Let us now a blessing seek,
Waiting in His courts to-day:
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.
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