3 No rude alarms of raging foes, No cares to break the long repose; No midnight shade, no clouded sun, But sacred, high, eternal noon. 4 O long-expected day, begin, Dawn on these realms of woe and sin; Fain would we leave this weary road, And sleep in death, to rest with God. 618 C. M. This is the day which the Lord hath made. Psalm 118:24. Come, let us join with one accord In hymns around the throne; This is the day our risen Lord Hath made and called his own. 2 This is the day which God has blessed, The brightest of the seven, Type of the everlasting rest The saints enjoy in heaven. 3 Then let us in his name sing on, And hasten on that day, When our Redeemer shall come down, And shadows pass away. 4 Not one, but all our days below, Our hearts his praise employ; And in our Lord rejoicing go To his eternal joy. 619 C. M. We will rejoice and be glad in it. Psalm 118:24. 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 To-day he rose and left the dead, And Satan’s empire fell; To-day the saints his triumphs 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 Blessed 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. 620 C. M. I will praise thee with my whole heart. Psalm 9:1. O Father! though the anxious fear May cloud to-morrow’s way, No fear nor doubt shall enter here; All shall be thine to-day. 2 We will not bring divided hearts To worship at thy shrine; But each unworthy thought departs, And leaves this temple thine. 3 Sleep, sleep to-day, tormenting cares, Of earth and folly born; Ye shall not dim the light that streams From this celestial morn. 621 C. M. Lev. 23:11, & 1 Cor. 15:20. This is the day the first ripe sheaf Before the Lord was waved, And Christ, first-fruits of them that slept, Was from the dead received. 2 He rose for them for whom he died, That, like to him, they may Rise when he comes, in glory great, That ne’er shall fade away.