3 Descend, celestial Dove, With all thy quickening powers; Disclose a Savior's love, And bless the sacred hours; Then shall my soul new life obtain, Nor Sabbaths be indulged in vain. Hayward, 1806. 50 Spanish Hymn, 7s, 8. _The Day of Rest._ (91) Welcome, sacred day of rest! Sweet repose from worldly care; Day above all days the best, When our souls for heav'n prepare; Day, when our Redeemer rose, Victor o'er the hosts of hell; Thus he vanquished all our foes; Let our lips his glory tell. 2 Gracious Lord! we love this day, When we hear thy holy word; When we sing thy praise, and pray, Earth can no such joys afford; But a better rest remains, Heav'nly Sabbaths, happier days, Rest from sin, and rest from pains, Endless joys and endless praise. William Brown, 1822. 51 Last Hope. 7s. _Sabbath Evening._ (93) Softly fades the twilight ray Of the holy Sabbath day; Gently as life's setting sun, When the Christian's course is run. 2 Night her solemn mantle spreads O'er the earth as daylight fades; All things tell of calm repose At the holy Sabbath's close. 3 Peace is on the world abroad; 'Tis the holy peace of God-- Symbol of the peace within, When the spirit rests from sin. 4 Savior, may our Sabbaths be Days of peace and joy in thee, Till in heav'n our souls repose, Where the Sabbath ne'er shall close. Samuel F. Smith, 1843. 52 Lowry. L.M. _Morning Praise._ Awake, my soul, and with the sun Thy daily stage of duty run; Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise To pay thy morning sacrifice. 2 Awake, lift up thyself, my heart, And with the angels bear thy part, Who all night long unwearied sing High praises to th' eternal King. 3 Glory to thee, who safe hast kept, And hast refreshed me when I slept; Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake, I may of endless life partake. 4 Lord, I my vows to thee renew; Scatter my sins as morning dew; Guard my first springs of thought and will, And with thyself my spirit fill. Bp. Ken, 1709. 53 Vigil. S.M. _Morning Song._ (1169) See how the morning sun Pursues his shining way; And wide proclaims his Maker's praise, With ev'ry bright'ning ray. 2 Thus would my rising soul Its heavenly Parent sing, And to its great Original The humble tribute bring. 3 Serene I laid me down, Beneath his guardian care; I slept, and I awoke, and found My kind Preserver near. 4 My life I would anew Devote, O Lord, to thee; And in thy service I would spend A long eternity. T. Scott. 54 Evening Prayer. 8s & 7s. _Evening Blessing Desired._ (1171) Savior, breathe an evening blessing, E'er repose our spirits seal; Sin and want we come confessing, Thou canst save and thou canst heal. 2 Though destruction walk around us, Though the arrows past us fly; Angel guards from thee surround us, We are safe if thou art nigh.