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THE SABBATH

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International Tract and Missionary Society · Oakland, California · Jan 27, 1890

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 16, No. 4.

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THE SABBATH.

O PEARL of days, the best! The softest blue o'erspreads the sunlit skies; In the still lake heaven's perfect likeness lies; And balmy air all fragrant breath supplies. O holy, holy rest! Toil folds its hands, its six days' work is done, And heaven and earth, embracing, blend in one.
Over the hills and plains The churchly bells salute the listening ear; Childhood and age, all full of holy cheer, Fresh and devout in God's own house appear, While song's exalted strains, And prayer and praise in all their richness rise, Lifting the wayworn spirit to the skies.
Tranquility's sweet reign! Graze in the dewy dells the fleecy sheep, The weary oxen on the hill-sides sleep, And Sabbath laws unharnessed horses keep, While Eden's bliss, again, Like glints of sunlight through a storm-cast sky, Breaks in with joy, to gladden every eye.
Touch not this holy day! Off, vandal hands, and let it all alone! Still let it shine as it has always shone, Each loyal heart its ever royal throne. Hold! touch it not, I say, Ordained of God, on Sinai's granite height It still shall stand in more than granite might. —Selected.