DAY OF PRAISE.

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Blessed are they that dwell in Thy house: they will be still praising Thee.'

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UR day of praise is done;
The evening shadows fall;
But pass not from us with the sun,
True Light, that lightenest all!

Around the throne on high,
Where night can never be,
The white-robed harpers of the sky
Bring ceaseless hymns to Thee.

Too faint our anthems here;
Too soon of praise we tire;
But O the strains, how full and clear,
Of that eternal choir!

Yet, Lord, to Thy dear will
If Thou attune the heart,
We in Thine angels' music still
May bear our lower part.

"Tis Thine each soul to calm,
Each wayward thought reclaim,
And make our life a daily psalm
Of glory to Thy name.

A little while, and then
Shall come the glorious end,
And songs of angels and of men
In perfect praise shall blend.

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HE day Thou gavest, Lord, is ended;
The darkness falls at Thy behest;
To Thee our morning hymns ascended,
Thy praise shall sanctify our rest.

S. S. WESLEY.

3 As o'er each continent and island
The dawn leads on another day,
The voice of prayer is never silent,
Nor dies the strain of praise away.

mf 2 We thank Thee that Thy Church unsleeping,
While earth rolls onward into light,
Through all the world her watch is keeping,
And rests not now by day or night.

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'From the rising of the sun even unto the going down of the same My name shall be great among the Gentiles.'

Also the following:

73-83 Hymns on Our Lord's Resurrection.

mf 6 Blest day of God, most calm, most bright,

The first and best of days,

The labourer's rest, the saint's delight,

A day of mirth and praise!

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'Lord, I have loved the habitation of Thy house, and the place where Thine

honour dwelleth.'

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E love the place, O God,
Wherein Thine honour dwells;
The joy of Thine abode
All earthly joy excels.

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Wherein Thy servants meet;
And Thou, O Lord, art there,
Thy chosen flock to greet.

The word that tells of peace,
Of comfort in the strife

And joys that never cease.

4 We love to sing below

For mercies freely given;
But O we long to know

The triumph song of heaven!
Lord Jesus, give us grace,

On earth to love Thee more,
In heaven to see Thy face,
And with Thy saints adore.