Lord of the Sabbath, hear us pray, In this Thy house, on this Thy day; And own, as grateful sacrifice, The songs which from Thy servants rise. Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love, But there's a nobler rest above; To that our lab'ring souls aspire, With ardent hope, and strong desire. No more fatigue, no more distress, Nor sin nor hell shall reach the place; No sighs shall mingle with the songs Which warble from immortal tongues. No rude alarms of raging foes; No cares to break the long repose; No midnight shade, no clouded sun; But sacred, high, eternal noon. O long-expected day, begin; Dawn on these realms of woe and sin: Fain would we leave this weary road, And sleep in death, to rest with God. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SOMETHING BEYOND by MARY CLEMMER AMES HUDSON TWO AT A FIRESIDE by EDWIN MARKHAM TO THE GARDEN THE WORLD by WALT WHITMAN THE LESSER BEAUTY by MARGARET STEELE ANDERSON TO THE MOONFLOWER by CRAVEN LANGSTROTH BETTS PSALM 114 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE POET FLAYS TEMPTATIONS OF CITY LIFE by MORRIS GILBERT BISHOP |