1 Lord of the sabbath! hear our vows,
On this thy day, in this thy house;
And own, as grateful sacrifice,
The songs which from thy churches rise.

2 Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord! we love;
But there’s a nobler rest above.
Thy servants to that rest aspire
With ardent hope and strong desire.

4 No gloomy cares shall there annoy,
No conscious guilt disturb our joy:
But ev'ry doubt and fear shall cease,
And perfect love give perfect peace.

5 When shall that glorious day begin,
Beyond the reach of death or sin;
Whose sun shall never more decline,
But with unfading lustre shine!