Lord of the Sabbath ! hear our vows
On this Thy day, in this Thy house
And own, as grateful sacrifice,
The songs which from our temple rise.
Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord , we love;
But there's a nobler rest above:
To that our labouring souls aspire,
With ardent pangs of strong desire.
No more fatigue, no more distress,
Nor sin, nor hell, shall reach our place;
No groans to mingle with our songs
Which warble from immortal tongues.
No rude alarms of raging foes,
No cares to break the long repose:
No midnight shade, no clouded sun,
But sacred, high, eternal noon.
O long-expected day, begin !
Dawn on these realms of woe and sin;
Fain would we leave this weary road,
And live in love, to rest with God.
HOLY EMMANUEL I SELASSIE I JAH RASTAFARI