Close Of The Sabbath


THE light of Sabbath eve

Is fading fast away;

What record will it leave

To crown the closing day?

Is it a Sabbath spent

Of fruitless time destroyed?

Or have these moments lent,

Been sacredly employed?

To waste these Sabbath hours,

Oh! may we never dare;

Nor taint with thoughts of ours,

These sacred days of prayer

But may our Sabbaths here

Inspire our hearts with love

And prove a foretaste clear

Of that sweet rest above;


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"THOU canst not toil in vain;

Cold, heat, and moist, and dry,

Shall foster and mature the grain

For garners in the sky."



YI