p. 257 | SABBATH EVE by Mary House

The Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · May 7, 1867

SABBATH EVE.

By Mary House

The hallowed day of rest is here, With all its peace and quietude; E'en things inanimate appear, With a sweet influence imbued. Oh! that each spirit worn and pressed, May feel its mild persuasive power, And each emotion of the breast, Be peaceful as this sunset hour.

And in these hours of calm repose, We love to muse upon the plan, That matchless love and wisdom chose, To rescue erring, sinning man; And of the promise—if we tread, The thorny pathway Jesus trod, We shall be heirs with him, our Head, Adopted as the sons of God!

A few more days of conflicts here, Of stormy wind, and beating rain; A few more days of toil and care, Of disappointment, tears, and pain. And then if faithful we'll behold, The glory that for us awaits, The City's matchless charms untold, And enter through the open gates.

But time is passing: soon we meet, Within the house of God for prayer; Our Father, may thy Spirit sweet, Rest down on all that gather there. And as we strive to do thy will, Thy blessing grant as a reward; That strength into our hearts instill, That's promised when we serve the Lord.

And Father, may thy love attend, Our every step along the way, And back to thee our footsteps bend, If to the right, or left we stray. Prepare us, by thy grace to share, In the refreshing from the Lord; And fit us for those mansions where The saints shall see their great reward.

MARY HOUSE.

Battle Creek, Mich.