English poem
The eternal Sabbath. Heb. iv. 9
by Philip Doddridge (1773–1832)
Lord of the Sabbath, hear our Vows On this thy Day, in this thy House; And own, as grateful Sacrifice, The Songs, which from the Desart rise.
Thine earthly Sabbaths, LORD, we love; But there's a nobler Rest above; To that our lab'ring Souls aspire With ardent Pangs of strong Desire.
No more Fatigue, no more Distress; Nor Sin nor Hell 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.
More by Philip Doddridge
- The Efficacy of GOD's Word. Jerem. xxiii. 29
- The Encouragement young Persons have to seek, and love CHRIST. Prov. viii. 17
- The Error of despising the Day of small Things. Zech. iv. 10
- The Eternal GOD his People's Refuge, and Support. Deut. xxxiii. 27
- The evil Conscience purified by the Blood of JESUS. Heb. ix. 13, 14
- The Excellency of the Righteous, with Regard to their Relations, Employments, Pleasures, and Hopes…
- The Excellency of the Righteous, with Regard to their Temper. Prov. xii. 26. Part 1st
- The Faith of the Syrophenician Woman recommended. Matthew xv. 26, 27