Lord of the Sabbath, Hear Our Vows

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.

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.

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.

No rude alarms of rag­ing foes;

No cares to break the long re­pose;

No mid­night shade

no cloud­ed sun

But sac­red high eter­nal noon.

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.