Lord of the Sabbath, Hear Us Pray

Lord of the Sab­bath

hear us pray

In this Your house

on this Your day;

And own

as grate­ful sac­ri­fice

The songs which from Your tem­ple rise.

Now met to pray and bless Your name

Whose mer­cies flow each day the same;

Whose kind com­pas­sions nev­er cease

We seek in­struct­ion

par­don

peace.

Your eart­hly Sab­baths

Lord

we love

But there’s a nob­ler rest above;

To that our la­bor­ing souls as­pire

With ar­dent hope and strong de­sire.

In Your blest king­dom we shall be

From ev­ery mor­tal trou­ble free;

No sighs shall min­gle with the songs

Resounding from im­mor­tal tongues.

No rude alarms of rag­ing foes;

No cares to break the long re­pose;

No mid­night shade

no wan­ing moon

But sac­red

high

eter­nal noon.

O long ex­pect­ed day

be­gin

Dawn on these realms of woe and sin!

Break

morn of God

up­on our eyes;

And let the world’s true Sun arise!