Another week has pass'd away,
Another Sabbath now draws near;
Lord, with Thy blessing crown the day,
Which all Thy children hold so dear!
Deliver'd from its weekly load,
How light the happy spirit springs,
And soars to Thy divine abode,
With peace and freedom on its wings!
Now 'tis our privilege to find
A short release from all our care;
To leave the world's pursuits behind,
And breathe a more celestial air.
O Lord, those earthly thoughts destroy,
Which cling too fondly to our breast;
Through grace prepare us to enjoy
The coming hours of hallow'd rest.
And when Thy word shall set us free
From every burden that we bear,
Oh! may we rise to rest with Thee,
And hail a brighter Sabbath there.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem