The Sabbath of the Soul

Sleep, sleep to-day, tormenting cares, Of earth and folly born; Ye shall not dim the light that streams From this celestial morn. To-morrow will be time enough To feel your harsh control; Ye shall not violate, this day, The Sabbath of my soul. Sleep, sleep forever, guilty thoughts; Let fires of vengeance die; And, purged from sin, may I behold A God of purity!

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IV. Sabbath: Worship: Creed

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