3 This is the day the Spirit came With us on earth to stay— A Comforter, to fill our hearts With joys that ne’er decay. 4 His comforts are the earnest sure Of that same heavenly rest Which Jesus entered on, when he Was made for ever blest. 5 This day the Christian Church began, Formed by his wondrous grace; This day the saints in concord meet, To join in prayer and praise. 622 C. M. He hath abolished death. 2 Tim. 1:10. The Saviour risen to-day we praise, In concert with the blest; For now we see his work complete, And enter into rest. 2 On this first day a brighter scene Of glory was displayed By the Creating Word, than when The universe was made. 3 He rises who mankind has bought With grief and pain extreme: ’Twas great to speak the world from nought, ’Twas greater to redeem. 4 How vain the stone, the watch, the seal! Nought can forbid his rise: ’Tis he who shuts the gates of hell, And opens Paradise. 623 C. M. The type of endless rest. The the worn spirit wants repose, And sighs her God to seek, How sweet to hail the evening’s close, That ends the weary week! 2 How sweet to hail the early dawn That opens on the sight, When first that soul-reviving morn Sheds forth new rays of light! 3 Sweet day! thine hours too soon will cease; Yet while they gently roll, Breathe, gracious Lord, thou source of peace, A Sabbath o’er my soul! 4 When will my pilgrimage be done, The world’s long week be o’er: That Sabbath dawn, which needs no sun, That day, which fades no more! 624 S. M. This is the Lord’s doing. Psalm 118:23. This is the glorious day, That our Redeemer made; Let us rejoice, and sing, and pray, Let all the church be glad. 2 The work, O Lord, is thine, And wondrous in our eyes; This day declares it all divine, This day did Jesus rise. 3 Hosanna to the King, Of David’s royal blood; Bless him, you saints, he comes to bring Salvation from your God. 4 We bless thy Holy Word, Which all this grace displays, And offer on thine altar, Lord, Our sacrifice of praise. 625 S. M. The righteous doth sing and rejoice. Prov. 29:6. 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.