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.

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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.

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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.