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									 [Im 23:3] Holy Sabbath [Im 23:3] Holy Sabbath  
										
											
												| Holy Sabbath, day of rest;By our great Redeemer blest;
 When in majesty He rose,
 More than conqueror o’er His foes.
 Refrain Softly now we hear Him say,“Turn from earthly toil away;
 Let your pray’rs to Heaven ascend;
 I will keep you to the end.”
 Day of worship, hallowed hour,May the Spirit’s quick’ning pow’r
 Give us grace and strength anew,
 While our journey we pursue.
 Refrain Holy Sabbath, may thy light,Pure and holy, calm and bright,
 Lift our hearts to God above,
 Spring of joy, of life, of love.
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									 [Im 23:3] Lord, This Day Thy Children Meet [Im 23:3] Lord, This Day Thy Children Meet  
										
											
												| Lord, this day Thy children meetIn Thy house, with willing feet;
 Unto Thee this day they raise
 Grateful hearts in hymns of praise.
 Not alone the day of restWith Thy worship shall be blest;
 In our pleasure and our glee,
 Lord, we would remember Thee.
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									 [Im 23:3] Opening Hymn [Im 23:3] Opening Hymn  
										
											
												| Another Sabbath day has come,Another week is o’er;
 And we, a grateful, happy throng,
 Are gathered here once more:
 We meet to sing of Jesus’ love,
 And bow to Him in prayer,
 We meet to read His holy Word,
 And learn our duty there.
 Our Sunday school, our Sunday school;No place on earth so dear!
 How many precious souls have found
 The way to glory here;
 And now around the shining throne
 They wait for us to come
 And share with them the fadeless love
 Of their eternal home.
 Oh, may the seed thus early sownSpring up on goodly ground,
 And in our hearts, our souls and lives
 May fruit of grace abound—
 Immortal fruit, that yet shall bloom
 In paradise above,
 Where we, with those now gone before,
 Shall sing redeeming love.
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