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 | The Poetical Works of Frances Ridley Havergal |  |
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Sunday Bells.
O sweet Sabbath bells!
A message of musical chiming
Ye bring us from God, and we know what you say;
Now rising, now falling,
So tunefully calling
His children to seek Him, and praise Him to-day.
A message of musical chiming
Ye bring us from God, and we know what you say;
Now rising, now falling,
So tunefully calling
His children to seek Him, and praise Him to-day.
The day we love best!
The brightest and best of the seven,
The pearl of the week, and the light of our way;
We hold it a treasure,
And count it a pleasure,
To welcome its dawning and praise Him to-day.
The brightest and best of the seven,
The pearl of the week, and the light of our way;
We hold it a treasure,
And count it a pleasure,
To welcome its dawning and praise Him to-day.
O sweet Sabbath rest!
The gift of our Father in heaven;
A herald sent down from the home far away,
With peace for the weary,
And joy for the dreary:
Then, oh! let us thank Him, and praise Him to-day.
The gift of our Father in heaven;
A herald sent down from the home far away,
With peace for the weary,
And joy for the dreary:
Then, oh! let us thank Him, and praise Him to-day.
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Rejoice and be glad!
'Tis the day of our Saviour and Brother,
The Life that is risen, the Truth and the Way;
Salvation He brought us
When wand'ring He sought us,
With blood He hath bought us :then praise Him to-day!
'Tis the day of our Saviour and Brother,
The Life that is risen, the Truth and the Way;
Salvation He brought us
When wand'ring He sought us,
With blood He hath bought us :then praise Him to-day!
| The Poetical Works of Frances Ridley Havergal | |