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Sweet Sabbath Bells.
Sweet is the sound at Sabbath morn,
Of silv'ry bells, whose earnest peal
Doth call us from our home away:
O, glorious chimes!
Thy sound we love, of heaven born,
It calls us with its mute appeal,
From haunts of men, to praise and pray—
O, blessed time!
Of silv'ry bells, whose earnest peal
Doth call us from our home away:
O, glorious chimes!
Thy sound we love, of heaven born,
It calls us with its mute appeal,
From haunts of men, to praise and pray—
O, blessed time!
Now infant feet to school will tend,
To learn the way to heaven and God,
To fit them for that glorious place
Beyond the stars.
There thoughts of earth, with heaven blend,
And God is near, no more we plod
In toil and pain, no evil trace
Its beauty mars.
To learn the way to heaven and God,
To fit them for that glorious place
Beyond the stars.
There thoughts of earth, with heaven blend,
And God is near, no more we plod
In toil and pain, no evil trace
Its beauty mars.
Ring out sweet bells! long at your call,
May young and old the pathway tread,
That leads to blissful realms above,
And God and rest.
And when no more we hear you call
May heavenly bells the message spread,
And bring us to eternal love,
Forever blessed.
May young and old the pathway tread,
That leads to blissful realms above,
And God and rest.
And when no more we hear you call
May heavenly bells the message spread,
And bring us to eternal love,
Forever blessed.
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