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Hymn 118: Another day, a day of grace

HYMN CXVIII.

Another day, a day of grace Is given us from on high; The sun rejoicing runs his race Of glory round the sky.

We love to hail him on the way, With healing in his wings, For every time he brings a day, A day of grace he brings;--

Of grace to weary ones, who sleep As homeless Jacob slept; Of grace to penitents, who weep As fallen Peter wept;--

Grace, such as humble Mary moved To choose the better part, Saul's slaughter-breathing zeal reproved, And open'd Lydia's heart.

Such grace be ours, howe'er the past Have well or ill been spent; To-day,--since this may be our last,-- To-day let us repent.

Now young and old, now great and small, Seek we our Saviour's face, That we henceforth this day may call A day indeed of grace.