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1787–1860

THE LORD'S DAY.

Eliza Lee Cabot Follen

This is the day when Jesus woke From the deep slumbers of the tomb; This is the day the Saviour broke The bonds of fear and hopeless gloom.

This is indeed a holy day; No longer may we dread to die. Let every fear be cast away, And tears be wiped from every eye.

Sorrow and pain the Saviour knew; A dark and thorny path he trod; But heaven was ever in his view,— That toilsome path led up to God.

Let every heart rejoice and sing; Let every sin and sorrow cease; Let children come this day and bring Their offering of love and peace.

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