p. 10 | SABBATH EVE

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Feb 27, 1901

SABBATH EVE.

I saw the sun go down to-night, And as it sank in the golden light, I thought of the Sabbath fair and bright Just on the other shore.

And over my weary, care-worn breast There came a feeling of thankful rest, This eve of the day our God had blest, The day we all adore.

And I see the shades of life steal on, As the shade of night o’er the setting sun; I know my work will soon be done, My race for the prize be o’er.

Tho weary and sad I sometimes be, I know there’s a rest remains for me On the beautiful banks of the crystal sea, That peaceful, restful shore.

O beautiful gates that stand ajar, Beautiful robes the saints shall wear, Beautiful home I long to share, Just over the weary way!

Beautiful songs we there will sing, Beautiful anthems there will ring, Beautiful, loving, heavenly King, One endless Sabbath day.

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