Lord of the Sabbath, hear us pray

1Lord of the Sabbath, hear us pray
In this thy house, on this thy day;
Accept, as grateful sacrifice,
The songs which from thy temple rise.

2Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love,
But there's a nobler rest above;
To that our longing souls aspire,
With ardent hope and strong desire.

3No more fatigue, no more distress,
No sin afflicts or cares to place;
No tears shall mingle with the songs
That warble from immortal tongues.

4No rude alarms of raging foes,
No cares to break the long repose,
No midnight shade, no clouded sun,
But sacred, high, eternal noon.

5O long-expected day, begin!
Dawn on these realms of woe and sin;
Fain would I leave this weary road,
And go to keep my Sabbath, Lord.