34 The Dawn of God's Dear Sabbath St. George's Bolton 76767676 4 JAMES WALCH 1. The dawn of God's dear Sab bath Breaks o'er the earth a gain, As shade of clustered palm-trees 'Mid weary wastes of sand. A-men. the low train of mor-tal toys, I soar to reach im - mor- tal joys. A-men. Copyright, 1910, by The Century Co. 2 Now may the King descend, And fill His throne of grace; Thy sceptre, Lord, extend, While saints address Thy face; Let sinners feel Thy quickening word 3 Descend, celestial Dove, With all Thy quickening powers, And bless these sacred hours: Then shall my soul new life obtain, Nor Sabbaths e'er be spent in vain. Amen. "Hayward" in Dobell's Collection |