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Let faith, not fear nor fretfulness,
Awake the cry, “How long ?” Let no faint-heartedness of soul
Damp thy aspiring song ; Right comes, truth dawns, and night departs Of error and of wrong.
And wherefore should I seek above,
The City in the sky?
Its broad foundations lie?
Since in a life of peace and prayer,
Nor known on earth nor praised, By humblest toil, by ceaseless care,
Its holy towers are raised ?
Where pain the soul hath purified,
And penitence hath shriven,
D OW sweet, how calm this Sabbath morn! 11 How pure the air that breathes, And soft the sounds upon it borne,
And light its vapor wreaths !
It seems as if the Christian's prayer,
For peace and joy and love, Were answered by the very air
That wafts its strain above.
To-morrow will be time enough
To feel your harsh control ; Ye shall not violate, this day,
The Sabbath of my soul.
Sleep, sleep forever, guilty thoughts;
Let fires of vengeance die ;
A HYMN FOR THE SABBATH.
On thee, the high and lowly,
Bending before the Throne, Sing Holy, Holy, Holy,
To the Great Three in One.
On thee, at the creation,
The light first had its birth; On thee for our salvation
Christ rose from depths of earth ; On thee our Lord victorious
The Spirit sent from Heaven, And thus on thee most glorious
A triple Light was given.
Thou art a port protected
From storms that round us rise ; A garden intersected
With streams of Paradise ; Thou art a cooling fountain
In life's dry, dreary sand; From thee, like Pisgah’s mountain,
We view our Promised Land.
Thou art a holy ladder,
Where angels go and come ; Each Sunday finds us gladder,
Nearer to heaven, our home ; A day of sweet reflection,
Thou art a day of love ; A day of resurrection
From earth to things above.