Thine Earthly Sabbaths, Lord, We Love

Thine earth­ly Sab­baths

Lord

we love

But there’s nob­ler rest ab­ove;

To that our long­ing souls as­pire

With ar­dent love and strong de­sire.

In Thy blest king­dom we shall be

From ev­ery mor­tal trou­ble free;

No groans shall 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 this world of woe and sin:

Fain would we leave this wea­ry road

And sleep in death

and rest in God.