1 Blest day of God! most calm, most bright, The first and best of days; The laborer's rest, the saint's delight, The day of prayer and praise. 2 My Saviour's face made thee to shine; His rising thee did raise; And made thee heavenly and divine Beyond all other days. 3 The first fruits oft a blessing prove To all the sheaves behind; And they who do the Sabbath love, A happy week will find. 4 This day I must to God appear; For, Lord, the day is thine; Help me to spend it in thy fear, And thus to make it mine. 9. C. M. Mrs. Follen. Love of Sabbath Service. 1 How sweet, upon this sacred day, The best of all the seven, To cast our earthly thoughts away, And think of God and heaven! 2 How sweet to be allowed to pray Our sins may be forgiven! With filial confidence to say, "Father, who art in heaven!" 3 How sweet the words of peace to hear From him to whom 'tis given To wake the penitential tear, And lead the way to heaven! 4 And if, to make our sins depart, In vain the will has striven, He who regards the inmost heart Will send his grace from heaven. 10. L. M. 6l. Mrs. Steele. A Prayer for Lord's Day. 1 Great God, this sacred day of thine Demands our souls' collected powers. May we employ in work divine These solemn, these devoted hours; O may our souls adoring own The grace which calls us to thy throne. 2 Hence, ye vain cares and trifles, fly; Where God resides appear no more; Omniscient God, thy piercing eye Can every secret thought explore: O may thy grace our hearts refine, And fix our thoughts on things divine. 3 The word of life dispensed to-day Invites us to a heavenly feast. May every ear the call obey; Be every heart a humble guest; O bid the wretched sons of need On soul-reviving dainties feed. 4 Thy spirit's powerful aid impart; O may thy word, with life divine, Engage the ear, and warm the heart; Then shall the day indeed be thine; Then shall our souls adoring own The grace which calls us to thy throne. 11. C. M. H. Ware, Jr. Invoking God's Aid. 1 Father in heaven, to thee my heart Would lift itself in prayer; Drive from my soul each earthly thought And show thy presence there. 2 Each moment of my life renews The mercies of my Lord, Each moment is itself a gift To bear me on to God. 3 O, help me break the galling chains, This world has round me thrown, Each passion of my heart subdue, Each darling sin disown. 4 O Father, kindle in my breast A never dying flame Of holy love, of grateful trust In thine almighty name. 12. H. M. Hayward. Invocation for Lord's Day Morning.