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SABBATH EVE

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Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Apr 29, 1873

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 41, No. 20.

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SABBATH EVE.

By Julia H. Woodruff

FATHER! The sun, with dying glow Of gold and crimson, sinketh low, The shadows creep across the plain, The Sabbath eve is here again.
Father, earth cares—a myriad train, Have bound me with their six-days’ chain, But this calm hour brings blest release, A presage of eternal peace.
Father, each word and law of thine, But most this Sabbath hour divine, Binds to thy throne our finite powers, We feel creation’s God is ours.
Then hail, thrice-hallowed Sabbath eve, That brings from toil a sweet reprieve, That lures the earth-bound spirits hence, And links it with Omnipotence.
JULIA H. WOODRUFF.