THE SABBATH by J. E. L.

Pacific Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Oakland, California · Jul 3, 1879

THE SABBATH.

By J. E. L.

Oh, the day of sacred stillness! Oh, the day supremely blest! Speaking ever through the ages Of the mighty Maker's rest.

Telling in a glorious whisper, Solemn, low, and deep, and grand, That He made the starry heavens, And the sea and all the land.

Hear the story, idle dreamer, Hear the winds and waters say, As you rove mid trees and flowers, Holy is the Sabbath day.

Read the law, so pure and perfect, Graven deep for all our race By God's finger on the tables, Now on hearts, too, by his grace.

Mighty One! we bow and worship, Not the gods of wood and stone, Not the things our hands have fashioned. Praise belongs to Thee alone.

Just beyond the gathering shadows, (Low the sun sinks in the west,) Faith discerns a cloudless morrow, Sabbath of eternal rest.

East Oakland, Cal. J. E. L.