Our Sabbaths Come So Welcome On


Our Sabbaths come so welcome on,
We wish them to remain awhile,
But soon, alas! their joys are gone,
And scarce “bequeath a parting smile.”

Full many are the hours of grief,
Allotted to the sons of men,
Our Sabbaths bring a short relief,
Yet leave us but to mourn again.

Ye peaceful days! and thou blest sun!
Why roll ye in such haste away?
Ye happy hours! why flow ye on
So fast towards eternity?

O! if ye bring an endless day,
Speed fast along, nor ever cease;
We’ll gladly feel your joys decay,
In perfect and enduring bliss.