| 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 laboring souls aspire
 With ardent hope and strong desire.
 In Your blest kingdom we shall beFrom 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!
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