SABBATH HYMNS

1THINE earthly Sabbath, Lord, we love,
But there's a nobler rest above;
To that our laboring souls aspire,
With ardent hope, and strong desire.

2No more fatigue, no more distress,
No sin nor death can reach that place,
No tears shall mingle with the songs
That warble from immortal tongues.

3No rude alarm of raging foes,
No cares to break their long repose,
No midnight shade, no clouded sun,
But sacred, high, eternal noon.

4O, long expected day begin,
Dawn on these realms of woe and sin;
Fain would I leave this weary road,
And go to meet my blessed Lord.