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33° The Book of Praise.
Welcome and dear unto my soul
Are these sweet feasts of love : But what a sabbath shall I keep
When I shall rest above !
I bless Thy wise and wondrous love,
Which binds us to be free ; Which makes us leave our earthly snares,
That we may come to Thee ! I come, I wait, I hear, I pray ! >
Thy footsteps, Lord, I trace ! I sing to think this is the way
Unto my Saviour's face !
John Mason. 1683.
0 time of tranquil joy and holy feeling I When over earth God's Spirit from above
Spreads out His wings of love ! When sacred thoughts, like angels, come appealing To our tent doors ; O eve, to earth and heaven
The sweetest of the seven !
How peaceful are thy skies ! thy air is clearer, As on the advent of a gracious time :
The sweetness of its prime Blesseth the world, and Eden's days seem nearer :
1 hear, in each faint stirring of the breeze,
God's voice among the trees.
O while thy hallowed moments are distilling Their fresher influence on my heart like dews,
The chamber where I muse Turns to a temple ! He, whose converse thrilling Honoured Emmaus, that old eventide,
Comes sudden to my side.