CLXXV. LORD of the Sabbath, hear our vows, The songs which from the desert rise Thine earthly sabbaths, Lord, we love: No more fatigue, no more distress, No rude alarms of raging foes, O long expected day, begin; Dawn on these realms of woe and sin; CLXXVI. BROTHER, thou art gone before us, And from care and fear released, Where the wicked cease from troubling, And the weary are at rest. The toilsome way thou'st travelled o'er, And borne the heavy load, But Christ hath taught thy languid feet Thou'rt sleeping now, like Lazarus Sin can never taint thee now, Nor doubt thy faith assail, And the Holy Spirit fail. And there thou'rt sure to meet the good, Whom on earth thou lovedst best, Where the wicked cease from troubling, And the weary are at rest. "Earth to earth," and "Dust to dust," Where the wicked cease from troubling, And when the Lord shall summon us, As sure a welcome find; May each, like thee, depart in peace, To be a glorious guest, Where the wicked cease from troubling, CLXXVII. ZION -Jehovah is her strength! And weary travellers at length R |