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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.
 
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.
 
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.
 
Thomas Vincent Tymms, 1842-1921