By earth hemmed in, by earth oppressed,
’Tis hard to labor,—hard to pray;
And of the week, for prayer and rest,
We’ve but one Sabbath day.
But purer spirits walk above,
Who worship alway; who are blest
With an upspringing might of love
That makes all labor, rest.
Father, while here, we would arise
In spirit to that realm; and there
Be every act a sacrifice,
And every thought a prayer!
|Instances (1 - 2 of 2)||Title||First Line||Tune||Tune Key||Author||Meter||Scripture||Date||Subject||Source|
|A Book of Hymns for Public and Private Devotion (15th ed.) #455||Prayer and Labor||By earth hemmed in, by earth oppressed||J. H. Perkins||P. M.||1866|
|A Book of Hymns for Public and Private Devotion. (10th ed.) #455||By earth hemmed in, by earth oppressed||J. H. Perkins||1848|