Songs of praise for the Lord's Day
Song XIX My Lord, my Love, was crucified, He all the pains did bear; But in the sweetness of His rest He makes His servants share. How sweetly rest Thy saints above Which in Thy bosom lie; The Church below doth rest in hope Of that felicity. 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. Welcome and dear unto my soul Are these sweet feasts of love; But what a Sabbath shall I keep When I shall rest above! 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. 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. | Song XX Blest day of God, most calm, most bright, The first, the best of days; The labourer's rest, the saint's delight, The day of prayer and praise. My Saviour's face made thee to shine; His rising thee did raise; And made thee heavenly and divine Beyond all other days. The first-fruits oft a blessing prove To all the sheaves behind; And they the day of Christ who love, A happy week shall find. This day I must with God appear; For, Lord, the day is Thine; Help me to spend it in Thy fear, And thus to make it mine. Both these hymns are shown in their modern form |