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.

3 There languor shall no more oppress;
The heart shall feel no more distress;
No groans shall mingle with the songs
That dwell upon immortal tongues.

4 No gloomy cares shall there annoy,
No conscious guilt disturb our joy;
But every 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?