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L. M.
There remaineth a rest to the people of God.
Heb. 4:9.
Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love;
But there’s a nobler rest above;
To that our laboring souls aspire,
With ardent pangs of strong desire.
2 No more fatigue, no more distress,
Nor sin nor death shall reach the place;
No groans to mingle with the songs
Which warble from immortal tongues.
3 No rude alarms of raging foes,
No cares to break the long repose;
No midnight shade, no clouded sun,
But sacred, high, eternal noon.
4 O long-expected day, begin,
Dawn on these realms of woe and sin;
Fain would we leave this weary road,
And sleep in death, to rest with God.
Doddridge.