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A SABBATH HYMN.
Seize thou, with a grasp unflinching, Clothed in armor of the Lord,The net, the atheist unwincing, Spreads athwart the sinner's road.Tear its flimsy strands asunder, By the power, God's strength hath wrought,Let the battle-cry of Ages, Ring through all the grooves of thought.
Tell, how when morn's ccrimson glory, Soon eclipsed by Bethlehem's star,Shone o'er Judea's watchful shepherds, How it guided them afar.How, when hosts of shining angels, Filled the Heaven's triumphant dome,That the morning stars together, Sang for joy, the Christ is born.
Tell of that dark day, when Heaven,Frowned, and veiled its shining sun, When the temple's vail was rent,At the deed on Calvary done. How in shining clouds ascending,Emanuel reigns at God's right hand, How His glory ever sheddeth,Its rays through every land.
