Text: | The eternal Sabbath |
1 Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love;
But there's a nobler rest above;
To that our labouring souls aspire
With ardent pangs of strong desire.
2 No more fatigue, no more distress;
Nor sin nor hell shall reach the place;
No groans to mingle with the songs,
Which warble from immortal tongues.
3 No rude alarms of raging foes;
No cares to break our long repose;
No midnight shade, no clouded sun,
But sacred, high, eternal noon.
4 Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love,
But there's a nobler rest above;
To that our laboring souls aspire
With ardent pangs of strong desire.
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First Line: | Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord we love |
Title: | The eternal Sabbath |
Meter: | L. . |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1793 |
Topic: | Lord's Day |