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SABBATH.
My soul longeth, yea, even fainteth for the courts of the Lord.
—Psalm lxxx, 2.
For thee we long and pray,
O blessed Sabbath morn!
And all the week we say,
O! when wilt thou return!
Come, come away,
Day of glad rest,
Of days the best,
Sweet Sabbath day.
O blessed Sabbath morn!
And all the week we say,
O! when wilt thou return!
Come, come away,
Day of glad rest,
Of days the best,
Sweet Sabbath day.
Thou tellest us how Christ
Arose and left the tomb;
And all the week we say
O, when will Sabbath come?
Come, come away, &c.
Arose and left the tomb;
And all the week we say
O, when will Sabbath come?
Come, come away, &c.
Thou tellest us how we,
Like Him shall leave the tomb;
And all the week we say,
O, when will Sabbath come?
Come, come away, &c.
Thou tellest of a rest—
A peaceful happy home,
Where all the good are blest;
O, when will Sabbath come?
Come, come away, &c.
Like Him shall leave the tomb;
And all the week we say,
O, when will Sabbath come?
Come, come away, &c.
Thou tellest of a rest—
A peaceful happy home,
Where all the good are blest;
O, when will Sabbath come?
Come, come away, &c.
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