3 I come, I wait, I hear, I pray; Thy footsteps. Lord. I trace; Here, in thine own appointed way, I wait to see thy face. 4 Those are the sweet and precious days On which my Lord I've seen; And oft, when feasting on his word, In raptures I have been. 5 Oh, if my soul, when death appears. In this sweet frame be found, I'll clasp my Savior in mine arms, And leave this earthly ground. John Mason, 1683. 46 Auburn. C.M. _Sabbath Morn._ (60) How sweetly breaks the Sabbath dawn Along the eastern skies! So, when the night of time hath gone, Eternity shall rise. 2 How softly spreads the Sabbath light! How soon the gloom hath fled! So o'er the new created sight Celestial bliss is spread. 3 What quiet reigns o'er earth and sea, Through all the stilly air! So calm may we this Sabbath be, And free from worldly care. 4 Thus let thy peace, O Lord! pervade Our bosoms all our days; And let each passing hour be made A herald of thy praise. 5 This peace of God--how full! how sweet It flows from Jesus' breast; It makes our bliss on earth complete, It brings eternal rest. Edwin F. Hatfield, 1840 47 Auburn. C.M. _The Lord's Day Morning._ (65) When 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, heavenly Spirit, 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? James Edmeston, 1820. 48 Sabbath. 7s, 6 or 8 lines. _Blessing of the Sabbath._ (94) Safely thro' another week, God has bro't 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 While we seek supplies of grace Through the dear Redeemer's name, Show thy reconciling face; Take away our sin and shame; From our worldly cares set free; May we rest, this day, in thee. 3 May the gospel's joyful sound Conquer sinners, comfort saints, Make the fruits of grace abound, Bring relief from all complaints; Thus let all our Sabbaths prove, Till we join the church above. John Newton, 1779. _a._ 49 Lischer. (German.) H.M. _Rejoicing in the Sabbath._ (98) 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.