THE TRUE SABBATH by Mrs. J. B. Goldsborough

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Mar 1, 1899

THE TRUE SABBATH.

By Mrs. J. B. Goldsborough

SWEETLY dawns the day of Sabbath As the sun sinks in the west, And our Lord, the great Jehovah, Brings the symbol of His rest. With what memories it comes freighted, Fresh from Eden's glorious birth, Grand memorial of creation, God's own rest day on the earth.

Nature smiled in perfect beauty, Fragrance filled each gentle breeze, Fruits and flowers in rich abundance, Birds made vocal all the trees. Adam, who had vast dominion, There proved recreant to his trust; Then was heard the dreadful sentence, "Dust, return again to dust."

But the Sabbath, sacred, holy, Stands unchanged by human fall, Lives because of Christ's own presence, And it brings His peace for all; Pregnant with a wealth of treasure, Big with blessings for our race, In its sacred calmness mirrored See the light from Jesus' face.

MRS. J. B. GOLDSBOROUGH. Minneapolis, Minn.