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.