1869
Fanny J. Crosby
W.F. Sherwin
Bright jewels for the Sunday school
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1 How sweet the Sabbath morning Is breaking from above; It fills the soul with gladness, And tells of peace and love; Its beams so pure and holy, In quiet beauty fall; It smiles for Him who made it The brightest day of all. 2 Another week is ended, And still we live to share A Father's kind protection, A Saviour's gentle care; A week of countless blessing, Our grateful hearts recall; But God has made the Sabbath The brightest day of all. 3 Oh, let us then adore Him Whose mercy crowns our days; The source of all our comfort, He claims our highest praise; The God who feeds the raven, And marks the sparrow's fall, For us has made the Sabbath The brightest day of all.