59. 7s. M. Miss H. F. Gould.
The Sabbath.
1Choice of God, thou blessed day,
At thy dawn the grave gave way
To the power of him within,
Who had, sinless, bled for sin.
2Thine the radiance to illume
First, for man, the dismal tomb,
When its bars their weakness owned,
There revealing death dethroned.
3Then the Sun of righteousness
Rose, a darkened world to bless,
Bringing up from mortal night
Immortality and light.
4Day of glory, day of power,
Sacred be thine every hour,
Emblem, earnest of the rest
That remaineth for the blest!