| Song | Thine Earthly Sabbaths Lord |
| Album | The Christian Hymn Book |
| Genre | Traditional Christian Hymns |
| Writer(s) | A. Campbell And Others |
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| Tags | Thine Earthly Sabbaths Lord |
| Theme(s) | Public Worship The Lord’s Day |
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Thine Earthly Sabbaths, Lord, We Love;
But There’s A Nobler Rest Above;
To That Our Laboring Souls Aspire,
With Ardent Pangs Of Strong Desire.
No More Fatigue, No More Distress,
Nor Sin Nor Death 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
