SABBATH HYMNS. HYMN XI. SLEEP, sleep today, tormenting cares Of earth and folly born! Ye shall not dim the light that streams From this celestial morn. Tomorrow will be time enough To feel your harsh controul; Ye shall not violate this day, The sabbath of my soul. Sleep, sleep for ever, guilty thoughts! Let fires of vengeance die; And, purged from sin, may I behold A God of purity! HYMN XII. WHEN, as returns this solemn day, Man comes to meet his maker God, pay? What rites, what honours shall he How spread his sovereign's praise abroad? From marble domes and gilded spires Shall curling clouds of incense rise? And gems, and gold, and garlands deck The costly pomp of sacrifice? Vain sinful man! Creation's lord Thy golden offerings well may spare ; END OF THE FIRST VOLUME. Printed by Richard Taylor, Shoe-Lane, London. 233924 |