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Hymns and Tunes 1876 77

Lord of the Sabbath, hear us pray

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1Lord of the Sabbath, hear us pray, In this thy house on this thy day; Accept, as grateful sacrifice, The songs which from thy temple rise.

2Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love, But there's a nobler rest above; To that our laboring souls aspire, With ardent pangs of strong desire.

3No more fatigue, no more distress, No sin nor death shall reach that place; No tears shall mingle with the songs That warble from immortal tongues.

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

Also sung to
Burton (Hymns and Tunes 1886 #223)

Public Domain

The verse

Meter
32
Foot
iambic (da-DUM) · 76% of beats fit
Rhyme
A
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/ stressed · ˘ unstressed · ? not in the dictionary

Verse 1

Lord of the Sabbath, hear us pray, In this thy house on this thy day; Accept, as grateful sacrifice, The songs which from thy temple rise./˘˘/˘/˘/˘˘//˘˘//˘/˘/˘/˘/˘/˘˘//˘/32A

Verse 2

Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love, But there's a nobler rest above; To that our laboring souls aspire, With ardent pangs of strong desire.//˘/˘/˘/˘/˘/˘/˘/˘˘/˘/˘˘/˘/˘/˘/˘/˘/˘35A

Verse 3

No more fatigue, no more distress, No sin nor death shall reach that place; No tears shall mingle with the songs That warble from immortal tongues.˘/˘/˘/˘/˘/˘/˘/˘/˘/˘/˘˘˘/˘/˘˘//˘/32A

Verse 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.˘/˘/˘/˘/˘/˘/˘/˘/˘///˘/˘/˘/˘/˘/˘/32A

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.