To The Approaching Sabbath. Written On Saturday Evening. Poem by Susan Evance

COME holy day of sacred rest!
Fair image of that period blest,
When God in every heart shall reign
And banish sin, and banish pain.

Come, bring those purified desires,
Those glorious hopes, those rapt'rous fires,
Which thought possesses pow'r to move,
When musing on a Saviour's love.

Whether with willing crouds I meet
To worship at our Father's feet,
Within the sacred house of pray'r;
And hear divine instruction there:

Or whether 'tis my 'lone employ
To read the book of life and joy-
May grace upon my heart descend,
And heavenly peace my steps attend.

Come, holy day of sacred rest!
Bright image of that period blest
When God in every heart shall reign!
And banish sin, and banish pain!