Blessings of the Sabbath.
By R. C. Baker
Blest day, that first in Eden dawned,
Ere sin had marred earth's loveliness,
Still fraught with peace to fallen man
Thou com'st our wearied souls to bless. Wearied and pressed with earthly cares,
Our hearts dispirited and weak,
In thy sweet hours of rest we find
That calm repose for which we seek. With reverent steps we seek the place
Where those that meet in Jesus' name,
With humble faith and ardent hope,
May e'er his promised presence claim. With grateful love our hearts o'erflow
To the great Author of all good;
And upward to the heavenly prize,
We press, with hope and zeal renewed. We feel the end approaching near,
And so exhort each other on,
Till in our Father's house we meet
When Heaven's eternal rest shall dawn. Thou precious gift to fallen man,
We welcome thy sweet hours of rest!
O, let thy Spirit, Lord, descend
And make these moments doubly blest!
R. C. BAKER.