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THE SABBATH

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Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Nov 8, 1877

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 50, No. 19.

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THE SABBATH.

By L. E. Millne

I hail this day of holy rest, While holy love inspires my breast. Among thy saints I fain would meet, And worship, Lord, low at thy feet.
Come, Holy Spirit, at this hour, And let us feel thy quick'ning power: Oh, let each heart, by sin distressed, Now bid thee come, a welcome guest.
Come, Lord, and show thy smiling face, Give tokens of redeeming grace: Thy precious blood avails to-day, To wash the stains of sin away.
What purity is promised here! The Lord hath pledged, why should we fear? Our offerings now, O Lord, we bring; Accept the tribute while we sing.
Thy wondrous love, so full, so free, The pardon purchased on the tree, The Spirit, and the bride say, Come, 'Tis free for all, that beauteous home.
The King in beauty soon we'll meet, And friends, long-parted, then we'll greet, The wonders of his love behold, And walk with Christ the streets of gold.
L. E. MILLNE.
Council Bluffs, Iowa.