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Sabbath day of rest and cheer!
Day divine, to me so dear!
Come, O come to old and young,
Gath’ring all for prayer and song.
Now the week of toil is o’er,
And in peace we sit once more
At our Father’s ample board,
Listening to His gracious Word.
Lord, our God, we seek Thy face,
Bless us with Thy saving grace;
May Thy heralds everywhere
Clear Thy Gospel truth declare.
Let Thy mighty Word hold sway
Over men on earth today;
Our poor souls, good Shepherd, feed,
Into pastures green us lead.
May, O Lord, the day be near,
When we pass from trials here
Into Thine eternal rest,
In the mansions of the blest.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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7 7 7 7
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Dates:
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1877
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Bible Refs:
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Ex 20:8;
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MUSIC
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SABBATSDAG
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Meter:
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7 7 7 7
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Dates:
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1877
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