142. 8s.

1. How sweet is the Sabbath to me,
The day when the Saviour arose!
'Tis heaven his beauties to see

And in his soft arms to repose;
But if he will make me his child,
I'll never forsake him again;
He knows I am weak and defiled,
My life is but empty and vain.

2. This day he invites me to come:
How kindly he bids me draw near!
He offers me heaven for home,
And wipes off the penitent tear:
He offers to pardon my sin

And keep me from every snare,
To sprinkle and cleanse me within
And show me his tenderest care.

3. I cannot, I must not, refuse;

His goodness has conquer'd my heart:
The Lord for my portion I choose,
And bid all my folly depart.
How sweet is the Sabbath to me,
The day my Redeemer arose!
'Tis heaven his beauties to see
And in his soft arms to repose.

143. 11s.

1. How sweet is the Sabbath, the morning of rest, The day of the week which I surely love best, The morning my Saviour arose from the tomb And took from the grave all its terror and gloom.

2. Oh, let me be thoughtful and prayerful to-day, And not spend a minute in trifling or play, Remembering these seasons were graciously given

To teach me to seek and prepare me for heaven.

3. In the house of my God, in his presence and fear,

When I worship to-day, may it all be sincere!
In the school when I learn, may I do it with care,
And be grateful to those who watch over me
there!

4. Instruct me, my Saviour: a child though I be, I am not too young to be noticed by thee; Renew all my heart, keep me firm in thy ways; I would love thee, and serve thee, and give thee the praise.

144. 7s, 6s & 5s.

1 PLEASANT is the Sabbath bell,
In the light, in the light,
Seeming much of joy to tell,
In the light of God.

But a music sweeter far,

In the light, in the light,
Breathes where angel spirits are,
In the light of God.

CHORUS.

Let us walk in the light,

Walk in the light,

Let us walk in the light,
In the light of God.

2 Shall we ever rise to dwell,
In the light, in the light,
Where immortal praises swell,
In the light of God?
And can children ever go,

In the light, in the light,
Where eternal Sabbaths glow,
In the light of God?
Let us walk, &c.

3. Yes, that bliss our own may be,
In the light, in the light,
All the good shall Jesus see,
In the light of God.
For the good a rest remains,
In the light, in the light,
Where the glorious Saviour reigns,
In the light of God.
Let us walk, &c.

145. Peculiar.

1. JESUS, we love to meet

On this thy holy day.

We worship round thy seat

On this thy holy day.

Thou tender, heavenly Friend,
To thee our prayers ascend:
O'er our young spirits bend

On this thy holy day.

2. We dare not trifle now

On this thy holy day.

In silent awe we bow

On this thy holy day.

Check every wandering thought,
And let us all be taught

To serve thee as we ought

On this thy holy day.

3 We listen to thy word

On this thy holy day.

Bless all that we have heard

On this thy holy day.

to with us when we part,
And to each youthful heart
hy saving grace impart

On this thy holy day.

JABBATH-SCHOOL.

146.

10s & 7s.

1. OH, we love to come to our Sabbath home, And learn of our teachers dear,

Who point us with love to our home above,
And the crown that awaits us there.

2. Oh, we love to come to our Sabbath home, When the six days' toil is o'er,

And read and sing of our heavenly King,
And learn to love him more.

3. Oh, we love to come to our Sabbath home, But we would not come alone:

We would each bring in from the paths of sin
Some wretched, wandering one:

4. Whose feet now stray in the broad, broad way, Who know not of God or heaven;

And would bid them taste of the blessed feast
Which our Father's love hath given.

5 Then toil we on till the race is won,
And the pearly gates unfold,

And we find our rest on the Saviour's breast,
At home in the city of gold.

147. C. M.

1. THE Sunday-school, that blessed place!
Oh, I would rather stay
Within its walls, a child of grace,
Than spend my hours in play.

The Sunday-school, the Sunday-school,
Oh, 'tis the place I love,

For there I learn the golden rule
Which leads to joys above.

2. 'Tis there I learn that Jesus died
For sinners such as I;

Oh, what has all the world beside,
That I should prize so high?
The Sunday-school, &c.

3. Then let our grateful tribute rise,
And songs of praise be given,
To Him who dwells above the skies,
For such a blessing given.

The Sunday-school, &c.

4. And welcome, then, the Sunday-school, We'll read, and sing, and pray,