There remaineth…a rest to the people of God. Hebrews 4:9
Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love,
But there’s nobler rest above;
To that our longing souls aspire
With ardent love and strong desire.
In Thy blest kingdom we shall be
From every mortal trouble free;
No groans shall mingle with the songs,
Which warble from immortal tongues.
No rude alarms of raging foes,
No cares to break the long repose,
No midnight shade, no clouded sun,
But sacred, high, eternal noon.
O long expected day, begin;
Dawn on this world of woe and sin:
Fain would we leave this weary road,
And sleep in death, and rest in God.