Oh, Holy Sabbath Morn! Thrice Blessed Day

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Title:     Oh, Holy Sabbath Morn! Thrice Blessed Day
Author: Charles Sangster [More Titles by Sangster]

Oh, holy sabbath morn! thrice blessed day
Of solemn rest, true peace, and earnest prayer.
How many hearts that never knelt to pray
Are glad to breathe thy soul-sustaining air.
I sit within the quiet woods, and hear
The village church-bell's soft inviting sound,
And to the confines of the loftiest sphere
Imagination wings its airy round;
A myriad spirits have assembled there,
Whose prayers on earth a sweet acceptance found.
I go to worship in Thy House, O God!
With her, thy young creation bright and fair;
Help us to do Thy will, and not despair,
Though both our hearts should bend beneath Thy chastening rod.

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Charles Sangster's poem: Oh, Holy Sabbath Morn! Thrice Blessed Day

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