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THE SEVENTH DAY IS THE SABBATH

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Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Jan 24, 1900

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 26, No. 4.

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"THE SEVENTH DAY IS THE SABBATH."

By G. F. Rider

BLESSED, holy Sabbath morning, Day of all the week the best, Emblem of the rest that's promised In the mansions of the blest.
Day on which the great Creator, When creation's work was done, Rested from His finished labor, Father, Son, and Spirit, one.
May the day be spent in service, Seeking help for days to come; Faith be strengthened, hope be brightened, As we journey to our home.
Then, when all the holy Sabbaths Of our earth life here are o'er, May we meet in that blest harbor Over on the heavenly shore.
There we'll rest from all our labors, In that land so bright and fair, Nevermore be sad or weary, Nevermore to know a care.
O, the joy that will be given When before God's throne we fall, Praising Him who died to save us, Crowning Jesus Lord of all!
Paton, Iowa. G. F. RIDER.