Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, HEAR US, IN THIS THY HOUSE, by PHILIP DODDRIDGE


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First Line: Lord of the sabbath, hear us pray
Last Line: And sleep in death, to rest with god.
Subject(s): Jesus Christ


Lord of the Sabbath, hear us pray,
In this Thy house, on this Thy day;
And own, as grateful sacrifice,
The songs which from Thy servants rise.

Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love,
But there's a nobler rest above;
To that our lab'ring souls aspire,
With ardent hope, and strong desire.

No more fatigue, no more distress,
Nor sin nor hell shall reach the place;
No sighs shall mingle with the songs
Which warble from immortal tongues.

No rude alarms of raging foes;
No cares to break the long repose;
No midnight shade, no clouded sun;
But sacred, high, eternal noon.

O long-expected day, begin;
Dawn on these realms of woe and sin:
Fain would we leave this weary road,
And sleep in death, to rest with God.





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