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Oft as these Sabbath hours return,
Fresh proofs of mercy we discern,
And joy to see thy grace bestowed
To light the darkness of our road:
Oh, let that light direct our way
To regions of eternal day.
Now let our souls in thee repose
The burden of their wants and woes,
And from thy word new power derive
To keep our feeble faith alive:
Thy blessing, Lord, we long to gain;
Let us not seek thy face in vain.
While here we dwell, with cares oppressed,
Few are the hours of perfect rest;
But heaven will all our loss repair,
Each day will be a Sabbath there:
Lord, by the teaching of thy grace,
Prepare us for that holy place.
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8 8 8 8 8 8
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