Lord Of The Sabbath ! Hear Our Vows
On This Thy Day, In This Thy House ;
And Own, As Grateful Sacrifice,
The Songs Which From The Desert Rise.

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.

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.

No Rude Alarms Of Raging Foes,
No Cares To Break The Long Repose
No Midnight Shade, No Clouded Sun,
But Sacred, High, Eternal Noon.

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.