NASHVILLE 8.8.8.8.8.8. |
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THE SABBATH |
Hail, peaceful day! divinely blest!
Sweetly thy glories would we sing, Memorial of that sacred rest, Of vast creation's mighty King; This hallowed time to man was given, A foretaste of the bliss of heaven.
Hark! through the shining courts above
What rapturous praises echo now Around that holy law of love Seraphs in adoration bow; Let earth, responsive to the strain, Exalt alone Jehovah's name
O come, thou bright, immortal day!
When at His temple all adore, And own His universal sway From age to age, forevermore; Then Zion shall in triumph reign, And Eden bloom on earth again.
Hail, peaceful day! divinely blest! |
Annie R. Smith | Arr. by Lowell Mason |