Welcome, wel­come, Sab­bath morn­ing!
We’ve no task, nor toil to­day;
And the Sab­bath morn re­turn­ing,
Tells a week has passed away.

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Welcome, wel­come, qui­et morn­ing!
We’ve no task nor toil to­day;
And the Sab­bath morn re­turn­ing,
Tells a week has passed away.

Let us think how time is glid­ing,
Soon the long­est life de­parts;
Nothing hu­man is abid­ing,
To the trust of youth­ful hearts.

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Swift our child­hood’s dreams are pass­ing,
Like the start­led doves they fly;
Or bright clouds in fleet­est chas­ing,
Out on yon­der quiet sky.

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Now, dear Lord, our pray­er we raise Thee,
From our young and hap­py hearts;
Never let us cease to praise Thee;
Never from Thy fear de­part.

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Then when years have ga­thered o’er us,
And the world be­gins to fade;
Heaven’s bright realms will rise be­fore us,
Treasures that will ne­ver fade.

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