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3 Vain, sinful man! creation's Lord
Thy golden offerings well may spare: But give thy heart, and thou shalt find
Here dwells a God who heareth prayer.]
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CALLED by the Sabbath bells away,
We would improve the calm repose;
Forget the world, its joys and woes. 3 Lord! may thy truth, upon the heart Now fall and dwell as heavenly dew, And flowers of grace in freshness start
Dear are thy peaceful hours to me,
For God has given them in his love, To tell how calm, how blest shall be The endless day of heaven above.
Where once the weeds of error grew. 4 May Prayer now lift her sacred wings, Contented with that aim alone Which bears her to the King of kings, And rests her at his sheltering throne.
GREAT God! the followers of thy Son
ROOT & SWEETSER'S COLL.
1 WHEN, as returns this solemn day,
Shall curling clouds of incense rise?
8. S. HYMN BOOK.
O sacred day of peace and joy,
Thy hours are ever dear to me; Ne'er may a sinful thought destroy The holy calm I find in thee.
H. WARE, JR.
The Eternal Sabbath.
LORD of the Sabbath, hear our vows,