SAXBY L.M. |
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THE SABBATH |
How sweet the light of Sabbath eve!
How soft the sunbeams lingering there! For these blest hours the world I leave, Wafted on wings of faith and prayer.
Season of rest! the tranquil soul
Feels the sweet calm, and melts in love; And while these sacred moments roll, Faith sees a smiling heaven above.
Nor will our days of toil be long;
Our pilgrimage will soon be trod; And we shall join the ceaseless song, The endless Sabbath of our God.
How sweet the light of Sabbath eve! |
James Edmeston (1791-1867) | T. Richard Matthews, 1883 |