Sweetly dawns the Sab­bath morn­ing
On the world, so full of care;
Bidding man for­get his la­bor,
Calling to the house of pray­er.
O sweet and strong, His saints among,
We sing to God our Sab­bath song,
Our Sa­bbath song, our Sab­bath song,
We raise to Christ our Sa­bbath song.

’Tis the day when man’s Re­deem­er
Rose tri­um­phant o’er the grave;
Sealing thus His work com­plet­ed,
Telling thus His pow­er to save.
Then loud and long, to Christ so strong
To save the lost, we raise our song,
Our Sab­bath song, our Sab­bath song,
We raise to Christ our Sab­bath song.

’Tis the day whose rest and glad­ness
Show what all my life should be;
Yielding all by faith to Je­sus,
Finding Je­sus all in me.
O how I long, in Christ made strong,
To sing each day faith’s Sab­bath song,
Faith’s Sab­bath song, faith’s Sab­bath song,
I’d sing each day faith’s Sab­bath song.

’Tis the day whose calm, so ho­ly
Shadows forth the bet­ter rest,
Where the crown­èd saints are sing­ing
With their Lord, su­preme­ly blest.
’Twill not be long, till ’mid that throng,
We sing th’eter­nal Sab­bath song,
Heav’n’s Sab­bath song, Heav’n’s Sab­bath song,
We’ll sing th’eter­nal Sab­bath song.