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ANOTHER Sabbath ended, Its peaceful hours all flown, We come to close its worship, O Lord, before Thy throne; We bless Thee for this earnest Of better rest above, This token of Thy kindness, This pledge of boundless love. |
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2 | O Jesus, our dear Saviour, To Thee our songs we raise; Our hearts, by care untroubled, Uplift themselves in praise: For to God’s truce with labour More glory Thou hast given, And Sabbaths now are sweeter Since Christ the Lord has risen. |
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3 | O Lord, again we bless Thee For such a day as this, So rich in ancient glories, So bright with hopes of bliss: O, may we reach Thy perfect, Thine endless, day of rest: Then lay our earth-worn spirits Upon our Father’s breast. |
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Thomas Vincent Tymms, 1842-1921 |