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CRASSELIUS.

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1 Come in, Thou blessed, honored Lord,
By earth, by heaven, by all, adored!
We hail Thee, welcome! Take Thy throne,
And in Thy Zion reign alone.

2 Our only Lord and God Thou art!

Reign Thou the Sovereign of our heart,
Thou King of glory ever blest,

By angels and by men confessed.

3 Thy church now enter, Lord Divine;
And be the kingdom ever Thine;
We hail Thee welcome to Thy seat,
And lay our honors at Thy feet.

4 O happy church, thy bliss how great;
The King, in all His heavenly state,

With thee forever will reside:

Thy Husband He and thou the bride.

5 O Lord! our grateful hearts rejoice,

Since Thou hast made our souls Thy choice;

While here our songs to Thee shall rise,

And join the chorus of the skies. II.

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Gladness.

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1 Thy holy day's returning,
Our hearts exult to see,
And with devotion burning,
Ascend, O God, to Thee!
To-day with purest pleasure,

Our thoughts from earth withdraw;
We search for heavenly treasure,
We learn Thy holy law.

2 We join to sing Thy praises,
Lord of the Sabbath day;
Each voice in gladness raises
Its loudest, sweetest lay!
Thy richest mercies sharing,
Inspire us with Thy love,
By grace our souls preparing
For nobler praise above.

J. BARNBY.

Mendebras.

Arr. by L. MASON.

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10 day of rest and gladness,

See also" Gladness," No. 85.

O day of joy and light, O balm of care and sadness, Most beautiful, most bright! On thee the high and lowly,

Before the eternal throne Sing Holy, holy, holy!

To Jesus, Lord alone.

2 On thee at the creation,

The light had first 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.

3 Thou art a cooling fountain

In life's dry dreary sand;

From thee, like Pisgah's mountain,
We view our promised land;

A day of sweet reflection,
A day of holy love,
A day of resurrection

From earth to things above.

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.

5 New graces ever gaining

From this our day of rest,
We reach the rest remaining
To spirits of the blest.
To thee, O Lord! be praises,

For every good begun;
The church her voice upraises

To thee, blest Lord! alone.

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