| Song | The Dawn Of God’s Dear Sabbath |
| Album | Top Sacred Songs |
| Genre | Contemporary Christian Music |
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| Tags | The Dawn Of God’s Dear Sabbath |
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The Dawn Of God’s Dear Sabbath
Breaks O’er The Earth Again,
As Some Sweet Summer Morning
After A Night Of Pain;
It Comes As Cooling Showers
To Some Exhausted Land,
As Shade Of Clustered Palm Trees
‘Mid Weary Wastes Of Sand.
Lord, We Would Bring For Offering
Though Marred With Earthly Soil,
Our Week Of Earnest Labor,
Of Useful Daily Toil;
Fair Fruits Of Self Denial,
Of Strong, Deep Love To Thee,
Fostered By Thine Own Spirit
In Our Humility.
And, We Would Bring Our Burden
Of Sinful Thought And Deed,
In Thy Pure Presence Kneeling,
From Bondage To Be Freed;
Our Heart’s Most Bitter Sorrow
For All Thy Work Undone;
So Many Talents Wasted!
So Few Bright Laurels Won!
And With That Sorrow Mingling,
A Steadfast Faith, And Sure,
And Love So Deep And Fervent,
That Tries To Make It Pure;
In His Dear Presence Finding
The Pardon That We Need;
And Then The Peace So Lasting,
Celestial Peace Indeed!
So Be It, Lord, Forever;
O May We Evermore
In Jesus’s Holy Presence
His Blessed Name Adore,
Upon His Peaceful Sabbath,
Within His Temple Walls
Type Of The Stainless Worship
In Zion’s Golden Halls.
O Day, When Earthly Sorrow
Is Merged In Heavenly Joy,
And Trial Changed To Blessing
That Foes May Not Destroy;
When Want Is Turned To Fulness,
And Weariness To Rest;
And Pain To Wondrous Rapture,
Upon The Saviour’s Breast.
So That In Joy And Gladness
We Reach That Home At Last,
When Life’s Short Week Of Sorrow,
And Sin, And Strife Is Past;
When Angel Hands Have Gathered
The Fair Ripe Fruit For Thee,
O Father, Lord, Redeemer,
Most Holy Trinity.
