  "Dear is the Sabbath morn to me, When village bells awake the day, And with their holy minstrelsy Call me from earthly cares away. "And dear to me the winged hour, Spent in thy hallow'd courts, O Lord, To feel devotion's soothing power, And catch the manna of Thy Word. "And dear to me the loud 'Amen,' That echoes through the blest abode— That swells, and sinks, and swells again, Dies on the ear—but lives to God. "Oft when the world, with iron hand, Has bound me in its six days' chain, This bursts them, like a strong man's band, And bade my spirit live again."
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