CCCX. The eternal Sabbath.

LORD of the Sabbath, hear our Vows
On this thy Day, in this thy House;
And own, as grateful Sacrifice,
The Songs, which from the Desart rise.

Thine earthly Sabbaths, LORD, we love;
But there's a nobler Rest above;
To that our lab'ring Souls aspire
With ardent Pangs of strong Desire.

No more Fatigue, no more Distress;
Nor Sin nor Hell shall reach the Place;
No Groans to mingle with the Songs,
Which warble from immortal Tongues.

No rude Alarms of raging Foes;
No Cares to break the long Repose;
No midnight Shade, no clouded Sun,
But sacred high eternal Noon.

O long-expected Day, begin;
Dawn on these Realms of Woe and Sin:
Fain would we leave this weary Road,
And sleep in Death to rest with GOD.