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.
2. 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.
3. 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.
4. No rude alarms of raging foes, No cares to break the long repose : No midnight shade, no clouded sun, But sacred, high, eternal noon.
5. 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.