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See his former horrid mien...

By shyam sapkotaPublished 5 years ago 1 min read

Sunday
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Come, thou blessed day of rest!

Soother of the tortured breast,

Wearied souls release from toil,

Life's eternal sad turmoil;

How I love thy tuneful bells

Which a welcome story tells!

Bids the wanderer rest and pray

On this peaceful holy-day.

All creation seems to pause--

Man, uncatechized by laws,

Looks to God with grateful eyes,

In such blessed sympathies,

All his rebel nature dies!

See the monster crime hath made,

Resting from his restless trade,

Unfit to live, afraid to die,

Hear his deep unconscious sigh,

See his former horrid mien,

Changed to the bright, serene,

View him on his BIBLE rest,

Care no longer gnaws his breast;

Heaven, in mercy, let him live,

Religion, such the peace you give!

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shyam sapkota

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