Sweet Is the Light of Sabbath Eve

Sweet is the light of Sab­bath eve

And soft the sun­beam lin­ger­ing there;

Those sac­red hours this low earth leave

Wafted on wings of praise and pray­er.

This time

how love­ly and how still!

Peace shines and smiles on all be­low;

The plain

the stream

the wood

the hill

All fair with ev­en­ing’s set­ting glow!

Season of rest—the tran­quil soul

Feels thy sweet calm

and melts in love;

And while these sac­red mo­ments roll

Faith sees a smil­ing Heav’n above.

How short the time

how soon the sun

Sets

and dark night re­sumes her reign;

And soon the hours of rest are done

Then mor­row brings the world again.

Yet will our jour­ney not be long

Our pil­grim­age will soon be trod;

And we shall join the cease­less song

The end­less Sab­bath of our God.