SABBATH HOURS | AdventAI

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Apr 4, 1871

SABBATH HOURS.

Thy precious hours, blest Sabbath day, On rapid wings are passing by, And little do we mortals reck Their bearing on eternity.

Our Sabbath days are golden links In what were else life's rusty chain, And bind us to that Sabbath day Where is no sorrow, care, nor pain.

How oft in Zion, we at ease, Are startled by the Sabbath bell, And fain would hide, like Eden's pair, When on their ears God's accents fell.

For silvery sounding Sabbath chimes Call us to give a strict account Of weekly sins, or grievous lapse, Since last we climbed the sacred mount.

In soft prismatic tints they glow, These moral rainbows in life's sky; God's “covenant sure”—our foretastes sweet Of blessedness laid up on high.

Oh! when earth's ministries are o'er, And funeral bell for us shall toll, How sweet to dwell where evermore In Sabbath rest the years shall roll!

—N. Y. Observer.