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SABBATH-MORNING HYMN.
This holy Sabbath, calm and fair,
Smiles o'er us from the skies,
As shadowing forth the glory there
To which the just shall rise.
Smiles o'er us from the skies,
As shadowing forth the glory there
To which the just shall rise.
It surely is to man good-will,
That earth-born care should cease,
Till each may lift his heart, to fill
At Heaven's pure fount of peace!
That earth-born care should cease,
Till each may lift his heart, to fill
At Heaven's pure fount of peace!
Go up, my soul, an earnest taste
Of pleasures heavenly calm,
To breathe along the six-days' waste
A perfume of their balm.
Of pleasures heavenly calm,
To breathe along the six-days' waste
A perfume of their balm.
Ascend Mount Zion's glorious height,
Till earth shall disappear;
And there supply thy lamp with light
For each dark winding here.
Till earth shall disappear;
And there supply thy lamp with light
For each dark winding here.
New-burnish all thy panoply
With lustre from above;
And graven on thy breastplate be
The names, Faith, Hope, and Love!
With lustre from above;
And graven on thy breastplate be
The names, Faith, Hope, and Love!
This peaceful Sabbath soon will close,
The world return its cares;
Go, gather strength to meet thy foes,
And light to shun their snares.
The world return its cares;
Go, gather strength to meet thy foes,
And light to shun their snares.
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