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The Sabbath day—sweet day of rest—
Was drawing to a close;
The summer breeze went murmuring by,
To lull me to repose;
I took my father’s Bible down—
His father’s gift to him—
A treasure rare, beyond compare,
Though soiled the page, and dim.
“Old friend,” I said, “if thou couldst tell,
What would thy memories be?”
And from the Book there seemed to come
This evening reverie:
“Good will to men, Peace be to thee!
My mission aye hath been,
To tell the love of Him who died
To save a world from sin.
“A hundred years ago I sailed,
With those who sail no more,
Through perils dread; by land and sea,
I reached New England’s shore;
There, on a soul-worn, faithful band
This soothing psalm did fall:
Lord, Thou hast been our dwelling place,
In generations all.
“Year after year, in temples rude,
Upon the desk I lay,
To teach of Him, the Great High Priest;
The Life, the Truth, the Way.
And multitudes who listened there
To God’s life-giving word,
Are resting from their labors now,
‘For ever with the Lord.’
“Anon a lowly home I found,
But love and peace were there…
The children with the father read,
And knelt with him in prayer;
And through the valley, as one passed,
I heard her sweetly sing:
‘O Grave, where is thy victory?
O Death, where is thy sting?’
“Hold fast the faith,” the old Book said;
“Thy father’s God adore…;
And on the ‘Rock of Ages’ rest
The soul forever more.”
“Amen,” said I, “by grace I will,
Till at His feet we fall,
And join the everlasting song,
And crown Him Lord of All.
We’ll join the everlasting song,
And crown Him Lord of All.”
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 D (D.C.M.)
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 90:1;
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MUSIC
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Name:
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CONSTANCE
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Meter:
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8 7 8 7 D Iambic
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Dates:
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1875
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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Key
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| # 351 | Eb | | # 113 | F | | # 613 | F | | # 440 | F | | # 423 | F | | # 103 | F |
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