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1 Thine earthly sabbaths, Lord, we love;
But there's a nobler rest above;
Thy servants to that rest aspire
With ardent hope and strong desire.
2 No more fatigue, no more distress,
Nor sin, nor death shall reach the place;
No groans shall mingle with the songs
That dwell upon 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 O long-expected day, begin!
Dawn on these realms of woe and sin!
Fain would we leave this weary road,
And sleep in death, to rest with God.
Amen.
Source: Book of Worship with Hymns and Tunes #594
First Line: | Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord we love |
Title: | The Enjoyment of Heaven |
Author: | Philip Doddridge |
Meter: | 8.8.8.8 |
Language: | English |
Copyright: | Public Domain |