#111SABBATH HYMNS

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THINE earthly Sabbath, Lord, we love, But there's a nobler rest above; To that our laboring souls aspire, With ardent hope, and strong desire.
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No more fatigue, no more distress, No sin nor death can reach that place, No tears shall mingle with the songs That warble from immortal tongues.
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No rude alarm of raging foes, No cares to break their long repose, No midnight shade, no clouded sun, But sacred, high, eternal noon.
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O, long expected day begin, Dawn on these realms of woe and sin; Fain would I leave this weary road, And go to meet my blessed Lord.

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