Anonymous

HARK, from afar, the sound of Sabbath bells!

In solemn music pealing through the air!

Again the day of rest these notes declare;

And as their harmony uprising swells,

A voice from universal Nature tells

How sweetly in the anthem she doth share.

Soft breezes whisper to the heavens fair;

A peaceful murmur by the seaside dwells.

The melody of birds, the hum of bees,

The dew-drop falling from the buds of spring,

Each rustling leaf upon the forest trees,

Join in the strain. Now myriad angels sing:

“Prepare, ye mortals, all your jubilees,

And swell hosannahs to the Eternal King.”