Sunday Bells

O sweet Sabbath bells !
A message of musical chiming
Ye bring us from God, and we know what you say ;
Now rising, now falling,
So tunefully calling
His children to seek Him, and praise Him to-day.

The day we love best !
The brightest and best of the seven,
The pearl of the week, and the light of our way ;
We hold it a treasure,
And count it a pleasure,
To welcome its dawning and praise Him to-day.

O sweet Sabbath rest !
The gift of our Father in heaven ;
A herald sent down from the home far away,
With peace for the weary,
And joy for the dreary :
Then, oh ! let us thank Him, and praise Him to-day.

Rejoice and be glad !
'T is the day of our Saviour and Brother,
The Life that is risen, the Truth and the Way ;
Salvation He brought us
When wand'ring He sought us,
With blood He hath bought us : then praise Him to-day ! jflowers.