The Sabbath by Worthie Harris Holden

Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California · Aug 20, 1912

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 39, No. 32.

The Sabbath

By Worthie Harris Holden

Again the evening hours draw on, And six days of the week are gone; Perplexities are tucked away To sleep through all the Sabbath day, The wheels of daily toiling cease In reverence for this day of peace, And thoughts unfettered soar above To view the greatness of God's love.

The chorus of the universe Their great Creator's power rehearse; For all the seraphs of the sky Their Holy, holy, holy, cry, And dwellers of the planets laud The glory of the Mighty God, While saints of earth their voices raise In solemn prayer and hymns of praise.

Now Israel afar and near United in His courts appear, To learn new truths at Jesus' feet, And bow before the mercy-seat; Then 'neath her vaulted canopy They witness Nature's ecstasy. So golden hours find sweet employ In Sabbath rest and sacred joy.

Sublime the holy Sabbath day! Too swift its moments pass away! Its weekly benediction blest Imparts a glimpse of heaven's rest; For all who from their works refrain, The blessed rest of God obtain. And still the earth renewed shall see The Sabbath kept eternally.