Oh holy Sabbath bells, Ye have a pleasant voice! Through all the land your music swells, And man with one commandment tells To rest and to rejoice. As birds rejoice to flee From dark and stormy skies To brighter lands beyond the sea Where skies are calm, and wings are free To wander and to rise; As thirsty travellers sing, Through desert paths that pass, To hear the welcome waters spring, And see, beyond the spray they fling Tall trees and waving grass; So we rejoice to know Your melody begun; For when our paths are parched below Ye tell us where green pastures glow And living waters run. LONDON, December 15, 1840.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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