H.C. 202 t. 449 6. 7s. (FE 338)
Tune: Apata Aiyeraiye.
"Let us labour therefore to enter
enter that rest" - Heb. 4:11
1. SABBATH of the saints or old
Day of mysteries manifold
By the great creator blest
Typical of rest so sweet
Resting from His work the Lord
Spake to-day the hallow’d word.
2. Resting in the tomb to-day
Still the Saviours body lay
Wrapt in sleep, from head to feet
Shrouded in the winding sheet
Lying in the rock alone
Hidden and by the sealed stone.
3. Lord, with Thee still life shall end
We would solemn vigil spend
Close the door from sight and sound
Of the busy world around
And in patient watch remain
Till thou shalt appear again.
4. Still with thee their sabbath keep
They who 'neath the altar sleep
Resting from their labours past
Waiting for the trumphet‘s blast
When, the new creation done
Endless joys shall be begun.
5. Jesus, keep us safe from sin
With them let us enter in
Danger past and toil at end
And to those blest joys ascend
There in flesh our God to see
And adore eternally. Amen