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112th.

1
The day of rest once more comes round,
A day to all believers dear;
The silver trumpets seem to sound,
That call the tribes of Israel near;
Ye people all, obey the call,
And in Jehovah’s courts appear.

2
Obedient to Thy summons, Lord,
We to Thy sanctuary come;
Thy gracious presence here afford,
And send Thy people joyful home;
Of Thee our King O may we sing,
And none with such a theme be dumb!

3
O hasten, Lord, the day when those,
Who know Thee here, shall see Thy face;
When suffering shall for ever close,
And they shall reach their destined place;
Then shall they rest supremely blest,
Eternal debtors to Thy grace!