A SABBRATH HYMN by L. M. B. Page

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Jun 10, 1873

A SABBRATH HYMN.

By L. M. B. Page

AIR.—“I’m alone, all alone.”

’Tis God’s rest day, so holy, so sacred, so blest; As its hours sweetly glide my crushed spirit finds rest; For its hours seem befitting one burdened by care, And I cast all beside, and betake me to prayer.

CHORUS:

I’m alone, all alone, but my Saviour is near. I’ve awaked from death’s stupor in time just to hear The Shepherd’s sweet voice, saying, “Come unto me;” For his ear ever lists to the penitent’s plea.

Come, ye burdened, ye sin-sick, ye blind, and ye poor, Christ hath ransomed your souls, come e’en now from death’s door. He will wash you, he’ll cleanse you, from sin’s deepest stain, He was once for you slain; but he liveth again.

CHORUS.

I am poor, sick, and weary, O Saviour, draw near; For thy promise is sure, that thou soon wilt appear; Not with mocking and scourging, as thou didst before, But in beauty and splendor, as a conqueror.

CHORUS.

Help me wait, Lord, in faith, that thou soon wilt appear, For I know from thy word that thy coming is near; Thou wilt judge all the earth in thy righteousness then, Even so, come Lord Jesus, forever to reign.

CHORUS.

L. M. B. PAGE.

De Ruyter, N. Y.