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Waiting in his courts to day:

Day of all the week the best, Emblem

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1 SAFELY through another week,
God has brought 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 Here we come thy name to praise;
Let us feel thy presence near;
May thy glory meet our eyes,
While we in thy house appear:
Here afford us, Lord, a taste
Of our everlasting rest.

4 May the gospel's joyful sound

Wake our minds to raptures new;
Let thy victories abound,-
Unrepenting souls subdue :
Thus let all our Sabbaths prove,
Till we rest in thee above.

2.

1 THINE earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love,
But there's a nobler rest above;
To that our longing souls aspire,
With cheerful hope and strong desire.
2 No more fatigue, no more distress,
Nor sin nor death shall reach the place;
No groans shall mingle with the songs
That warble from immortal tongues.
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!

3.

Dawn on these realms of woe and sin; Fain would we leave this weary road, And sleep in death to rest with God.

Ephesians, 3: 19.

1 COME, gracious Lord, descend and dwell,
By faith and love, in every breast;
Then shall we know, and taste, and feel
The joys that cannot be expressed.

2 Come, fill our hearts with inward strength,
Make our enlarged souls possess,
And learn the height, and breadth, and
length

Of thine eternal love and grace. 3 Now to the God whose power can do More than our thoughts and wishes know, Be everlasting honors done,

By all the church, through Christ his Son.

1 SWEET is the work, my God, my King, To praise thy name, give thanks, and sing; To show thy love by morning light, And talk of all thy truth at night. 2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest;

No mortal care shall seize my breast; Oh, may my heart in tune be found, Like David's harp of solemn sound! 3 My heart shall triumph in my Lord,

And bless his works and bless his word; Thy works of grace, how bright they shine!

How deep thy counsels! how divine! 4 Lord, I shall share a glorious part, When grace hath well refined my heart, And fresh supplies of joy are shed, Like holy oil to cheer my head. 5 Then shall I see, and hear, and know All I desired or wished below; And every power find sweet employ, In that eternal world of joy.

1 ANOTHER six days' work is done,
Another Sabbath is begun;
Return, my soul! enjoy thy rest,
Improve the day thy God has blessed.

2 Oh, that our tho'ts and thanks may rise, As grateful incense to the skies;

And draw, from heaven, that sweet reposc, Which none, but he that feels it, knows. 3 This heavenly calm, within the breast, Is the dear pledge of glorious rest, Which for the church of God remainsThe end of cares, the end of pains. 4 In holy duties, let the day,

In holy pleasures, pass away;
How sweet a Sabbath thus to spend,
In hope of one that ne'er shall end.