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The Sabbath day of every day the best	A
The poor mans happiness a poor man sings	B
When labour has no claim to break his rest	A
And the light hours fly swift on easy wings	B
What happiness this holy morning brings	B
How soft its pleasures on his senses steal	C
How sweet the village bells' first warning rings	B
And O how comfortable does he feel	C
When with his family at ease he takes his early meal	C
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The careful wife displays her frugal hoard	D
And both partake in comfort though they're poor	E
While love's sweet offsprings crowd the lowly board	D
Their little likenesses in miniature	F
Though through the week he labour does endure	F
And weary limbs oft cause him to complain	G
This welcome morning always brings a cure	F
It teems with joys his soul to entertain	G
And doubly sweet appears the pleasure after pain	G
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Ah who call tell the bliss from labour freed	H
His leisure meeteth on a Sunday morn	I
Fix'd in a chair some godly book to read	J
Or wandering round to view the crops of corn	I
In best clothes fitted out and beard new shorn	I
Dropping adown in some warm shelter'd dell	K
With six days' labour weak and weary worn	I
List'ning around each distant chiming bell	K
That on the soft'ning breeze melodiously doth swell	K
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And oft he takes his family abroad	L
In short excursions o'er the field and plain	G
Marking each little object on his road	M
An insect sprig of grass and ear of grain	G
Endeavouring thus most simply to maintain	G
That the same Power that bids the mite to crawl	N
That browns the wheat lands in their summer stain	G
That Power which form'd the simple flower withal	N
Form'd all that lives and grows upon this earthly ball	N
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The bell when knoll'd its summons once and twice	O
Now chimes in concert calling all to prayers	P
The rustic boy that hankers after vice	O
And of religion little knows or cares	P
Scrapes up his marbles and by force repairs	P
Though dallying on till the last bell has rung	Q
The good man there his book devoutly bears	P
And often as he walks the graves among	Q
Looks on the untravel'd dust from whence his being sprung	Q
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The service ended boys their play resume	R
In some snug corner from the parson's view	S
And where the searching clerk forgets to come	T
There they their games and rural sports pursue	S
With chuck and marbles wearing Sunday through	S
The poor man seeks his cottage hearth again	U
And brings his family the text to view	S
From which the parson's good discourse was ta'en	U
Which with what skill he may he labours to explain	G
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Hail sacred sabbath hail thou poor man's joy	V
Thou oft hast been a comfort to my care	W
When faint and weary with the week's employ	V
I met thy presence in my corner chair	W
Musing and bearing up with troubles there	W
Thrice hail thou heavenly boon by God's decree	X
At first creation plann'd that all might share	W
Both man and beast some hours from labour free	X
To offer thanks to Him whose mercy sent us thee	X
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This day the field a sweeter clothing wears	P
A Sunday scene looks brighter to the eye	Y
And hast'ning on to Monday morning's cares	P
With double speed the wing'd hour gallops by	Y
How swift the sun streaks down the western sky	Y
Scarcely perceiv'd till it begins to wane	G
When ploughboys mark his setting with a sigh	Y
Dreading the morn's approaching hours with pain	G
When capon's restless calls awake to toil again	U
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As the day closes on its peace and rest	A
The godly man sits down and takes the book	Z
To close it in a manner deem'd the best	A
And for a suiting chapter doth he look	Z
That may for comfort and a guide be took	Z
He reads of patient Job his trials' thrall	N
How men are troubled when by God forsook	Z
And prays with David to bear up with all	N
When sleep shuts up the scene soft as the nightdews fall	N

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