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Christ in Song 244

My Sabbath Home

Words: W. C. E. BunnellMusic: W. H. Doane

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1Sweet Sab-bath School! once dear to me, Than fair-est pal-ace dome, My heart e'er turns with
Here first my will-ing heart, the way of life was shown; Here first I sought the
Here Je-sus stood with me, The voice, Oh! treat-ed me; And now my cho-sen

RefrainJoy to thee, My dear Sab-bath home, Sab-bath home! bless-ed home! Sab-bath
home! sweet home!
Joy to thee, In that dear Sab-bath home.
Sweet home! sweet home!
My heart e'er turns with joy to thee, My dear Sab-bath home!

2The peace that once I felt there, Will nev-er be for-got-ten;
The glow-ing love that filled my heart, The joy that made it bright-en;
The words of truth that touched my soul, The songs of praise a-scend-ing.

3My teach-er's voice I hear a-gain, So gen-tle and so kind;
The les-sons that she used to teach, Come fresh-ly to my mind;
The pray-ers she breathed for me, The coun-sel true and ten-der.

4Though years have passed since then a-way, And I am far from home;
Yet still I love that sa-cred place, Where first I learned to pray;
And when life's toils and cares are o'er, And I shall go to rest.

Copyright 1900 by W. H. Doane. Used by permission.

The verse

Meter
19.17.17
Foot
iambic (da-DUM) · 73% of beats fit
Rhyme
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Verse 1

Sweet Sab-bath School! once dear to me, Than fair-est pal-ace dome, My heart e'er turns with//˘///˘˘˘/˘/˘/˘///˘19A
Here first my will-ing heart, the way of life was shown; Here first I sought the//˘/˘/˘/˘/˘///˘/˘17B
Here Je-sus stood with me, The voice, Oh! treat-ed me; And now my cho-sen//˘/˘˘˘/˘/˘˘˘/˘/˘17C

Verse 2

The peace that once I felt there, Will nev-er be for-got-ten;˘/˘/˘//˘/˘˘˘/˘14A
The glow-ing love that filled my heart, The joy that made it bright-en;˘/˘/˘/˘/˘/˘/˘/˘15B
The words of truth that touched my soul, The songs of praise a-scend-ing.˘/˘/˘/˘/˘/˘/˘/˘15C

Verse 3

My teach-er's voice I hear a-gain, So gen-tle and so kind;˘/˘/˘/˘/˘/˘˘˘/14A
The les-sons that she used to teach, Come fresh-ly to my mind;˘/˘˘˘/˘///˘˘˘/14A
The pray-ers she breathed for me, The coun-sel true and ten-der.˘/˘/˘˘˘/˘/˘/˘13B

Verse 4

Though years have passed since then a-way, And I am far from home;//˘///˘/˘˘˘/˘/14A
Yet still I love that sa-cred place, Where first I learned to pray;//˘/˘/˘///˘/˘/14B
And when life's toils and cares are o'er, And I shall go to rest.˘///˘/˘/˘˘˘/˘/14C

Refrain

Joy to thee, My dear Sab-bath home, Sab-bath home! bless-ed home! Sab-bath/˘/˘//˘//˘////˘15A
home! sweet home!///3B
Joy to thee, In that dear Sab-bath home./˘/˘˘//˘/9B
Sweet home! sweet home!////4B
My heart e'er turns with joy to thee, My dear Sab-bath home!˘///˘/˘/˘//˘/13B

Counted by machine from the CMU Pronouncing Dictionary. It cannot hear emphasis or a poet’s licence, so treat it as a place to start reading, not the last word.