1 This day the Lord hath called his own; O, let us, then, his praise declare, Fix our desires on him alone, And seek his face with fervent prayer. 2 Lord, in thy love we would rejoice, Which bids the burdened soul be free, And, with united heart and voice, Devote these sacred hours to thee. 3 Now let the world's delusive things No more our grovelling thoughts employ But Faith be taught to stretch her wings, In search of heaven's unfailing joy. 4 O, let these earthly Sabbaths, Lord, Be to our lasting welfare blest; The purest comfort here afford, And fit us for eternal rest. 42. S. M. Bulfinch. Sabbath Worship. 1 Hail to the Sabbath day! The day divinely given, When men to God their homage pay, And earth draws near to heaven. 2 Lord, in this sacred hour, Within thy courts we bend, And bless thy love, and own thy power, Our Father and our Friend. 3 But thou art not alone In courts by mortals trod; Nor only is the day thine own When man draws near to God. 4 Thy temple is the arch Of yon unmeasured sky; Thy Sabbath, the stupendous march Of grand eternity. 5 Lord, may that holier day Dawn on thy servants' sight; And purer worship may we pay In heaven's unclouded light. 43. S. M. Spirit of the Psalms. The Delights of the Sabbath. 1 Sweet is the task, O Lord, Thy glorious acts to sing, To praise thy name, and hear thy word, And grateful offerings bring. 2 Sweet, at the dawning hour, Thy boundless love to tell; And when the night-wind shuts the flower, Still on the theme to dwell. 3 Sweet, on this day of rest, To join in heart and voice, With those who love and serve thee best, And in thy name rejoice. 4 To songs of praise and joy, Be every Sabbath given, That such may be our blest employ Eternally in heaven. 44. L. M. Raffles. The Hour of Prayer. 1 Blest hour, when mortal man retires To hold communion with his God, To send to heaven his warm desires, And listen to the sacred word. 2 Blest hour, when earthly cares resign Their empire o'er his anxious breast, While, all around, the calm divine Proclaims the holy day of rest. 3 Blest hour, when God himself draws nigh, Well pleased his people's voice to hear, To hush the penitential sigh, And wipe away the mourner's tear. 4 Blest hour! for, where the Lord resorts, Foretastes of future bliss are given, And mortals find his earthly courts The house of God, the gate of heaven. 45. L. M. Sir J. E. Smith. Devout Worship of God.