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<h2>THE DAWN OF GOD’S DEAR SABBATH</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“The seventh day, which is the sabbath.” Exodus 16:26</h3></p>
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<center><b>Hymns Supplied Through the Gracious Generosity<br>of the </b><a href="http://www.hymntime.com/tch/" target = "_blank"><b>Cyber Hymnal Website</b></a><br><br><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/cyberhymnal_info.html" target = "_blank">Information about Cyber Hymnal Website</a></center>
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<p><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_b_a_barnby_j.jpg" alt="Joseph Barnby (1838-1896)" align="right" hspace="15" vspace="5" width="130" height="140"><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_c_r_cross_ac.html" target="_blank">Ada Cambridge Cross</a>, 1866.</p>
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<p><em>Music:</em> “St. Anselm,” <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_b_a_barnby_j.html" target="_blank">Joseph Barnby</a> (1838-1896) </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_s_t_stanselm.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<li>“St. George’s, Bolton,” <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_w_a_walch_j.html" target="_blank">James Walch</a>, 1875 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_s_t_stgboltn.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<p>The dawn of God’s dear Sabbath<br>
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Breaks o’er the earth again,<br>
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As some sweet summer morning<br>
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After a night of pain;<br>
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It comes as cooling showers<br>
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To some exhausted land,<br>
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As shade of clustered palm trees<br>
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’Mid weary wastes of sand.</p>
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<p>And we would bring our burden<br>
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Of sinful thought and deed,<br>
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In Thy pure presence kneeling,<br>
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From bondage to be freed;<br>
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Our heart’s most bitter sorrow<br>
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For all Thy work undone;<br>
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So many talents wasted!<br>
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So few bright laurels won!</p>
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<p>And with that sorrow mingling,<br>
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A steadfast faith, and sure,<br>
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And love so deep and fervent,<br>
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That tries to make it pure;<br>
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In His dear presence finding<br>
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The pardon that we need;<br>
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And then the peace so lasting,<br>
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Celestial peace indeed!</p>
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