Sweetly dawns the Sabbath morning
On the world, so full of care;
Bidding man forget his labor,
Calling to the house of prayer.
O sweet and strong, His saints among,
We sing to God our Sabbath song,
Our Sabbath song, our Sabbath song,
We raise to Christ our Sabbath song. ’Tis the day when man’s Redeemer
Rose triumphant o’er the grave;
Sealing thus His work completed,
Telling thus His power to save.
Then loud and long, to Christ so strong
To save the lost, we raise our song,
Our Sabbath song, our Sabbath song,
We raise to Christ our Sabbath song. ’Tis the day whose rest and gladness
Show what all my life should be;
Yielding all by faith to Jesus,
Finding Jesus all in me.
O how I long, in Christ made strong,
To sing each day faith’s Sabbath song,
Faith’s Sabbath song, faith’s Sabbath song,
I’d sing each day faith’s Sabbath song. ’Tis the day whose calm, so holy
Shadows forth the better rest,
Where the crownèd saints are singing
With their Lord, supremely blest.
’Twill not be long, till ’mid that throng,
We sing th’eternal Sabbath Song,
Heav’n’s Sabbath song, Heav’n’s Sabbath song,
We’ll sing th’eternal Sabbath song. |
[Isa 58:11] In The Child Garden
