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The dawn of God's new Sabbath
Breaks o'er the earth again,
As some sweet summer morning
After a night of pain.
It comes as cooling showers
To cheer a thirsting land,
As shades of clustered palm-trees
'Mid weary wastes of sand.
2Lord, we would bring our burden
Of sinful thought and deed,
In Thy pure presence kneeling
From bondage to be freed;
Our heart's most bitter sorrow
For all our work undone,
So many talents wasted,
So few true conquests won.
3 Yet still, Lord long-suffering,
Still grant us in our need
Here in Thy holy presence
The saving name to plead;
And on Thy day of blessings,
Within Thy temple walls,
To foretaste the pure worship
Of Zion's golden halls:
4 Until in joy and gladness
We reach that home at last,
When life's short week of sorrow
And sin and strife is past;
When angel-hands have gathered
The first ripe fruit for Thee,
Father, Son, and Spirit,
Most Holy Trinity!
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