Sabbath
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Joseph Stennett·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Another six days’ work is done,
Another Sabbath is begun;
Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest,
Improve the day thy God hath blest.
Verse 2
Come, bless the Lord, whose love assigns
So sweet a rest to wearied minds,
Provides an antepast of heaven,
And gives this day the food of seven.
Verse 3
O that our thoughts and thanks may rise,
As grateful incense, to the skies;
And draw from heaven that sweet repose
Which none but he that feels it knows.
Verse 4
This heavenly calm within the breast
Is the dear pledge of glorious rest
Which for the Church of God remains,
The end of cares, the end of pains.
Verse 5
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.
Joseph Stennett, “Another Six Days' Work Is Done”
John Mason·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Come, dearest Lord, and feed thy sheep,
On this sweet day of rest;
Oh, bless this flock, and make this fold
Enjoy a heavenly rest.
Verse 2
Welcome, and precious to my soul
Are these sweet days of love;
But what a Sabbath shall I keep
When I shall rest above!
Verse 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.
Verse 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.
Verse 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, “Come, Dearest Lord, and Feed Thy Sheep”
Julia Anne Elliott·Modern
Verse 1
Hail, thou bright and sacred morn,
Risen with gladness in thy beams!
Light, which not of earth is born,
From thy dawn in glory streams:
Airs of heaven are breathed around,
And each place is holy ground.
Verse 2
Sad and weary were our way,
Fainting oft beneath our load,
But for thee, thou blessed day,
Resting-place on life’s rough road:
Here flow forth the streams of grace;
Strengthened hence we run our race.
Verse 3
Great Creator, who this day
From Thy perfect work didst rest,
By the souls that own Thy sway
Hallowed be its hours and blest;
Cares of earth aside be thrown,
This day given to heaven alone.
Verse 4
Saviour, who this day didst break
The dark prison of the tomb,
Bid my slumbering soul awake;
Shine through all its sin and gloom:
Let me, from my bonds set free,
Rise from sin, and live to Thee.
Verse 5
Blessed Spirit, Comforter,
Sent this day from Christ on high;
Lord, on me Thy gifts confer,
Cleanse, illumine, sanctify:
All Thine influence shed abroad;
Lead me to the truth of God.
Julia Anne Elliott, “Hail, Thou Bright and Sacred Morn”
Edwin F. Hatfield·Modern
Verse 1
How sweetly breaks the Sabbath dawn
Along the eastern skies!
So, when the night of time hath gone,
Eternity shall rise.
Verse 2
How softly spreads the Sabbath light!
How soon the gloom hath fled!
So o’er the new created sight
Celestial bliss is spread.
Verse 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.
Verse 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.
Verse 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, “How Sweetly Breaks the Sabbath Dawn”
Benjamin Schmolck, 1714; tr. Catherine Winkworth, 1858·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Light of Light, enlighten me,
Now anew the day is dawning;
Sun of grace, the shadows flee;
Brighten Thou my Sabbath morning;
With Thy joyous sunshine blest,
Happy is my day of rest.
Verse 2
Fount of all our joy and peace,
To Thy living waters lead me;
Thou from earth my soul release,
And with grace and mercy feed me;
Bless Thy Word, that it may prove
Rich in fruits that Thou dost love.
Verse 3
Kindle Thou the sacrifice
That upon my lips is lying;
Clear the shadows from mine eyes,
That, from every error flying,
No strange fire may in me glow
That Thine altar doth not know.
Verse 4
Let me with my heart to-day,
Holy, Holy, Holy, singing,
Rapt awhile from earth away,
All my soul to Thee upspringing,
Have a foretaste inly given
How they worship Thee in heaven.
Verse 5
Rest in me, and I in Thee;
Build a paradise within me;
O reveal Thyself to me,
Blessed Love, who diedst to win me;
Fed from Thine exhaustless urn,
Pure and bright my lamp shall burn.
Verse 6
Hence all care, all vanity,
For the day to God is holy;
Come, Thou glorious Majesty,
Deign to fill this temple lowly;
Nought to-day my soul shall move,
Simply resting in Thy love.
Philip Doddridge·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Lord of the Sabbath, hear us pray,
In this Thy house, on this Thy day;
And own, as grateful sacrifice,
The songs which from Thy temple rise.
Verse 2
Now met to pray, and bless Thy Name,
Whose mercies flow each day the same,
Whose kind compassions never cease,
We seek instruction, pardon, peace.
Verse 3
Thy day of rest, O Lord, we love,
But look for truer rest above;
To that our laboring souls aspire
With ardent hope and strong desire.
Verse 4
In Thy blest kingdom we shall be
From every mortal trouble free;
No sighs shall mingle with the songs
Resounding from immortal tongues;
Verse 5
No rude alarms of raging foes;
No cares to break the long repose;
No midnight shade, no waning moon,
But sacred, high, eternal noon.
Verse 6
O long-expected day, begin,
Dawn on these realms of woe and sin!
Break, morn of God, upon our eyes!
And let the world’s true Sun arise!
Philip Doddridge, “Lord of the Sabbath, Hear Us Pray”
John Mason·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
My Lord, my Love, was crucified,
He all the pains did bear;
But in the sweetness of His rest
He makes His servants share.
Verse 2
How sweetly rest Thy saints above
Which in Thy bosom lie;
The Church below doth rest in hope
Of that felicity.
Verse 3
Thou, Lord, who daily feed’st Thy sheep,
Mak’st them a weekly feast;
Thy flocks meet in their several folds
Upon this day of rest.
Verse 4
Welcome and dear unto my soul
Are these sweet feasts of love;
But what a Sabbath shall I keep
When I shall rest above!
Verse 5
I bless Thy wise and wondrous love,
Which binds us to be free;
Which makes us leave our earthly snares,
That we may come to Thee.
Verse 6
I come, I wait, I hear, I pray,
Thy footsteps, Lord, I trace;
I sing to think this is the way
Unto my Saviour’s face.
John Mason, “My Lord, My Love, Was Crucified”
Christopher Wordsworth·Modern
Verse 1
O day of rest and gladness,
O day of joy and light,
O balm of care and sadness,
Most beautiful, most bright;
On thee the high and lowly,
Through ages joined in tune,
Sing Holy, Holy, Holy,
To the great God Triune.
Verse 2
On thee, at the creation,
The light first had its birth:
On thee, for our salvation,
Christ rose from depths of earth;
On thee our Lord, victorious,
The Spirit sent from heaven;
And thus on thee, most glorious,
A triple light was given.
Verse 3
Thou art a port protected
From storms that round us rise;
A garden intersected
With streams of Paradise;
Thou art a cooling fountain
In life’s dry, dreary sand;
From thee, like Pisgah’s mountain,
We view our promised land.
Verse 4
To-day on weary nations
The heavenly manna falls:
To holy convocations
The silver trumpet calls,
Where gospel light is glowing
With pure and radiant beams,
And living water flowing
With soul-refreshing streams.
Verse 5
New graces ever gaining
From this our day of rest,
We reach the rest remaining
To spirits of the blest.
To Holy Ghost be praises,
To Father, and to Son;
The Church her voice upraises
To Thee, blest Three in One.
Christopher Wordsworth·Modern
Verse 1
O day of rest and gladness,
O day of joy and light,
O balm of care and sadness,
Most beautiful, most bright;
On thee the high and lowly,
Through ages joined in tune,
Sing Holy, Holy, Holy,
To the great God Triune.
Verse 2
On thee, at the creation,
The light first had its birth:
On thee, for our salvation,
Christ rose from depths of earth;
On thee our Lord, victorious,
The Spirit sent from heaven;
And thus on thee, most glorious,
A triple light was given.
Verse 3
Thou art a port protected
From storms that round us rise;
A garden intersected
With streams of Paradise;
Thou art a cooling fountain
In life’s dry, dreary sand;
From thee, like Pisgah’s mountain,
We view our promised land.
Verse 4
To-day on weary nations
The heavenly manna falls:
To holy convocations
The silver trumpet calls,
Where gospel light is glowing
With pure and radiant beams,
And living water flowing
With soul-refreshing streams.
Verse 5
New graces ever gaining
From this our day of rest,
We reach the rest remaining
To spirits of the blest.
To Holy Ghost be praises,
To Father, and to Son;
The Church her voice upraises
To Thee, blest Three in One.
Christopher Wordsworth, “O Day of Rest and Gladness”
Christopher Wordsworth·Modern
Verse 1
O day of rest and gladness,
O day of joy and light!
O balm of care and sadness,
Most beautiful, most bright!
On thee, the high and lowly,
Before th’ eternal throne,
Sing Holy! Holy! Holy!
To the great Three in One.
Verse 2
On thee, at the creation.
The light first had its birth;
On thee for our salvation,
Christ rose from depths of earth.
On thee, our Lord, victorious,
The Spirit sent from heaven,
And thus on thee, most glorious,
A triple light was given.
Verse 3
New graces ever gaining
From this our day of rest,
We reach the rest remaining
To spirits of the blest;
To Holy Ghost be praises,
To Father and to Son;
The church her voice upraises
To thee, blest Three in One.
Christopher Wordsworth, “O Day of Rest and Gladness”
John Newton·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
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.
Verse 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.
Verse 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.
Samuel F. Smith·Modern
Verse 1
Softly fades the twilight ray
Of the holy Sabbath day;
Gently as life’s setting sun,
When the Christian’s course is run.
Verse 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.
Verse 3
Peace is on the world abroad;
’Tis the holy peace of God--
Symbol of the peace within,
When the spirit rests from sin.
Verse 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, “Softly Fades the Twilight Ray”
Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation
Verse 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 tell of all Thy truth at night.
Verse 2
Sweet is the day of sacred rest;
No mortal care shall seize my breast;
O may my heart in tune be found,
Like David’s harp of solemn sound.
Verse 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!
Verse 4
But 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.
Verse 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.
Isaac Watts, “Sweet Is the Work, My God, My King”
William W. How, 1854, 1871·Modern
Verse 1
This day, at Thy creating word,
First o’er the earth the light was poured:
O Lord, this day upon us shine,
And fill our souls with light Divine.
Verse 2
This day the Lord, for sinners slain,
In might victorious rose again:
O Jesus, may we raised be
From death of sin to life in Thee.
Verse 3
This day the Holy Spirit came
With fiery tongues of cloven flame:
O Spirit, fill our hearts this day
With grace to hear, and grace to pray.
Verse 4
O day of light, and life, and grace,
From earthly toils sweet resting-place!
Thy hallowed hours, best gift of Love,
Give we again to God above.
Verse 5
All praise to God the Father be,
All praise, Eternal Son, to Thee,
Whom, with the Spirit, we adore
For ever and for evermore.
John Ellerton·Modern
Verse 1
This is the day of light:
Let there be light to-day;
O Dayspring, rise upon our night,
And chase its gloom away.
Verse 2
This is the day of rest:
Our failing strength renew;
On weary brain and troubled breast
Shed Thou Thy freshening dew.
Verse 3
This is the day of peace:
Thy peace our spirits fill;
Bid Thou the blasts of discord cease,
The waves of strife be still.
Verse 4
This is the day of prayer:
Let earth to heaven draw near:
Lift up our hearts to seek Thee there:
Come down to meet us here.
Verse 5
This is the first of days:
Send forth Thy quickening breath,
And wake dead souls to love and praise,
O Vanquisher of death!
John Ellerton, “This Is the Day of Light”
Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
This is the day the Lord hath made;
He calls the hours His own;
Let heaven rejoice, let earth be glad,
And praise surround the throne.
Verse 2
To-day He rose and left the dead,
And Satan’s empire fell;
To-day the saints His triumphs spread,
And all His wonders tell.
Verse 3
Hosanna to the anointed King,
To David’s holy Son!
Help us, O Lord; descend and bring
Salvation from the throne.
Verse 4
Blest be the Lord, who comes to men
With messages of grace;
Who comes in God His Father’s Name
To save our sinful race.
Verse 5
Hosanna in the highest strains
The Church on earth can raise!
The highest heavens in which He reigns
Shall give Him nobler praise.
Isaac Watts, “This Is the Day the Lord Hath Made”
Hayward, in Dobell's Selection, 1806·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
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.
Verse 2
Now may the King descend,
And fill His throne of grace:
Thy sceptre, Lord, extend,
While saints address Thy face;
Let sinners feel Thy quickening word,
And learn to know and fear the Lord.
Verse 3
Descend, celestial Dove,
With all Thy quickening powers;
Disclose a Saviour’s love,
And bless these sacred hours;
Then shall my soul new life obtain,
Nor Sabbaths e’er be spent in vain.
in Dobell's Selection Hayward, 1806, “Welcome, Delightful Morn”
Hayward·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
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.
Verse 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.
Verse 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, “Welcome, Delightful Morn!”
William Brown
Verse 1
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.
Verse 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, “Welcome, Sacred Day of Rest!”
Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Welcome, sweet day of rest,
That saw the Lord arise:
Welcome to this reviving breast,
And these rejoicing eyes.
Verse 2
The King Himself comes near,
And feasts His saints to-day:
Here we may sit, and see Him here,
And love, and praise, and pray.
Verse 3
One day amidst the place
Where my dear God hath been,
Is sweeter than ten thousand days
Of pleasurable sin.
Verse 4
My willing soul would stay
In such a frame as this,
And wait to hail the brighter day
Of everlasting bliss.
Isaac Watts, “Welcome, Sweet Day of Rest”
Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Welcome! sweet day of rest,
That saw the Lord arise!
Welcome to this reviving breast,
And these rejoicing eyes!
Verse 2
The King himself comes near,
And feasts his saints to-day;
Here we may sit and see him here,
And love, and praise, and pray.
Verse 3
One day in such a place,
Where thou, my God, art seen,
Is sweeter than ten thousand days
Of pleasurable sin.
Verse 4
My willing soul would stay
In such a frame as this,
And sit and sing herself away
To everlasting bliss.
Isaac Watts, “Welcome! Sweet Day of Rest”
James Edmeston·Modern
Verse 1
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!
Verse 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!
Verse 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.
Verse 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, “When the Worn Spirit Wants Repose”