The sun rolls down the distant west
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The sun rolls down the distant west,Soft twilight steals abroadTo welcome in the day of rest,The Sabbath of our Lord.
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This holy day let us beginWith songs of praise to God,Who pardons all our guilt and sin,Through Jesus' precious blood.
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Now in this tranquil hour we layAll worldly cares aside,And hallow God's most holy day,Though friends or foes may chide.
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'T is not to seek the world's applauseThat we from labor rest;We strive to keep God's holy laws,And be these moments blessed.