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Text: | The Sabbath |
Author: | Stennett |
1 Another six days work is done,
Another Sabbath is begun;
Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest,
Improve the day thy God hath blest.
2 Come, bless the Lord, whose love assigns
So sweet a rest to wearied minds;
Provides an antepast of heaven,
And gives this day the food of seven.
3 O that our thoughts and thanks may rise,
As grateful incense, to the skies.
And draw from heaven that sweet repose
Which none, but he that feels it knows!
4 This heavenly calm, within the breast,
Is the dear pledge of glorious rest,
Which for the church of God remains,
The end of cares, the end of pains.
5 With joy, great God, thy works we view,
In various scenes both old and new;
With praise, we think on mercies past,
With hope, we future pleasures taste.
6 In holy duties let the day,
In holy pleasures pass away:
How sweet, a Sabbath thus to spend,
In hope of one that ne'er shall end!
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Another six days' work is done |
Title: | The Sabbath |
Author: | Stennett |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1793 |
Topic: | Lord's Day |