Strains of music often greet me, As I join the busy throng; But there's nothing half so pleasant As the holy Sabbath song. No fear of ill, no fear of wrong, While I can sing my Sabbath song; My Sabbath song, my Sabbath song, I love to sing my Sabbath song. 'Tis a song of love and mercy, Speaking peace to all mankind; Telling sinners, poor and needy, Where the Saviour they may find. No fear of ill, no fear of wrong, While I can sing my Sabbath song; My Sabbath song, my Sabbath song, I love to sing my Sabbath song. Angels sweetly sing in glory Songs of praise to God, their King; But the song of blest redemption Man, redeemed, alone can sing. No fear of ill, no fear of wrong, While I can sing my Sabbath song; My Sabbath song, my Sabbath song, I love to sing my Sabbath song. While I live, oh, may I ever Love the holy Sabbath song; And when death shall call me homeward, Join it with the blood-bought throng. No fear of ill, no fear of wrong, While I can sing my Sabbath song; My Sabbath song, my Sabbath song, I love to sing my Sabbath song.
