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The Sabbath
Thy rest has come thy long expected restThe spirit sees at last her Maker God
Within His presence ever to be blest
Nor longer feel for sin His chastening rod
The sabbath has begun its sacred hours
No more can aught of earthly passions stir
The service of thy shrine demands my powers
And earth no longer can its claim defer
Oh when shall all its service be complete
And I have done thy perfect will on earth
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And wake me as a witness of his birth?
When shall I wake and know that day of love
That endless Sabbath kept for me above?
Poem No. 715; fall 1838–summer 1839
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