LORD of the Sabbath, hear our vows, On this thy day, in this thy house: And...

LORD of the Sabbath, hear our vows, On this thy day, in this thy house: 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 labouring souls aspire, With ardent pangs of 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.