1 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.
2 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.
3 Your earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love,
but there's a nobler rest above;
to that our lab'ring souls aspire
with ardent hope and strong desire.
4 In thy blest kingdom we shall be
from ev'ry mortal trouble free;
no sighs shall mingle with the songs
Resounding from immortal tongues;
5 No rude alarms of raging foes;
no cares to break the long repose;
no midnight shade, no waning moon,
but sacred, high, eternal noon.
6 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!
|First Line:||Lord of the Sabbath, hear us pray|
|Title:||Lord of the Sabbath, Hear Us Pray|
|Author:||Philip Doddridge (1737)|
|Alterer (and others):||Thomas Cotterill (1819; mod.)|
|Topic:||The Church: The Lord's Day; Heaven: Anticipated; Invocation|
|Source:||William Gardiner's Sacred Melodies,1815|