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GLAD WORSHIP.

O God of Love! we bless thy word that hallows
This day of rest to our o'erwearied powers:
As comes thy calm down on the foaming billows,
Come to our souls thy sweet Sabbatic hours.
Here may the aged ones, their griefs forgetting,
Breathe in the quiet which thy temple fills;
And may their sun when near its tranquil setting,
Clothe in its farewell smile the western hills!
May childhood learn the words by Jesus spoken,
And give to Him the fresh and morning hours
Ere sin the earliest charm of life has broken,
And while the dews lie sparkling on the flowers.
And here may all—strong man and blooming maiden,
When with the load of care or sin opprest,
Hear Jesus' voice, “O come ye heavy laden,
Come unto me and I will give you rest.”
And passing on through Earth's brief joys and trials,
May these thy people join the immortal throng
Who sweeter incense waft from golden vials,
And worship thee in their unending song!