The Dawn Of God’s Dear Sabbath
Breaks O’er The Earth Again.
As Some Sweet Summer Morning
After A Night Of Pain
It Comes As Cooling Showers
To Some Exhausted Land,
As Shade Of Clustered Palm Trees
‘Mid Weary Wastes Of Sand.

O Day, When Earthly Sorrow
Is Merged In Heavenly Joy,
And Trial Changed To Blessing
That Foes May Not Destroy ;
When Want Is Turned To Fullness,
And Weariness To Rest ;
And Pain To Wondrous Rapture,
Upon The Saviour’s Breast.

Lord, We Would Bring For Offering,
Though Marred With Earthly Soil,
A Week Of Earnest Labour,
Of Steady, Faithful Toil ;
Fair Fruits Of Self-Denial,
Of Strong, Deep Love To Thee,
Fostered By Thine Own Spirit
In Our Humility.

And We Would Bring Our Burden
Of Sinful Thought And Deed,
In Thy Pure Presence Kneeling,
From Bondage To Be Freed ;
Our Hearts’ Most Bitter Sorrow
For All Thy Work Undone,
So Many Talents Wasted,
So Few Bright Laurels Won !

So Be It, Lord, For Ever
Oh, May We Evermore,
In Jesus’ Holy Presence,
His Blessed Name Adore
Upon His Peaceful Sabbath,
Within His Temple Walls,
Type Of The Stainless Worship
In Zion’s Golden Halls ;

So That In Joy And Gladness
We Reach That Home At Last
When Life’s Short Week Of Sorrow,
And Sin, And Strife Is Past
When Angel-Hands Have Gathered
The Fair Ripe Fruit For Thee,
O Father, Lord, Redeemer,
Most Holy Trinity.

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