Saturday, November 11, 2006

The Lord's Day

Come, dearest Lord, and bless this day,
Come bear our thoughts from earth away
Now, let our noblest passions rise
With ardor to their native skies.

Come, Holy Spirit, all divine,
With rays of light upon us shine;
And let our waiting souls be blest,
On this sweet day of sacred rest.

Then when our Sabbaths here are o'er,
And we arrive on Canaan's shore,
With all the ransom'd, we shall spend
A sabbath which shall never end.

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