Ah! why should a thought of a world that is flying,
Encumber the pleasure of seasons like these?
Or, why should the Sabbath be sullied with sighing,
While Faith the bright side of eternity sees!
Now let us repose from our care and our sorrow,
Let all that is anxious and sad pass away;
The rough cares of life lay aside till to-morrow,
But let us be tranquil and happy to-day.
Let us say to the world, should it tempt us to wander,
As Abraham said to his men on the plain,