Lord Of The Sabbath, Hear Us Pray,
In This Your House, On This Your Day;
And Own, As Grateful Sacrifice,
The Songs Which From Your Temple Rise.
Now Met To Pray And Bless Your Name,
Whose Mercies Flow Each Day The Same;
Whose Kind Compassions Never Cease,
We Seek Instruction, Pardon, Peace.
Your Earthly Sabbaths, Lord, We Love,
But There’s A Nobler Rest Above;
To That Our Labouring Souls Aspire
With Ardent Hope And Strong Desire.
In Your Blest Kingdom We Shall Be
From Every Mortal Trouble Free;
No Sighs Shall Mingle With The Songs
Resounding From Immortal Tongues.
No Rude Alarms Of Raging Foes;
No Cares To Break The Long Repose;
No Midnight Shade, No Waning Moon,
But Sacred, High, Eternal Noon.
O Long Expected Day, Begin,
Dawn On These Realms Of Woe And Sin!
Break, Morn Of God, Upon Our Eyes;
And Let The World’s True Sun Arise!