The Shepherd's Sabbath Song
Schäfers Sonntagslied
Ich bin so hold den sanften Tagen,
Das ist der Tag des Herrn!
Ich bin allein auf weiter Flur;
Noch eine Morgenglocke nur,
Nun Stille nah und fern.
Anbetend knie ich hier.
O süßes Graun! geheimes Wehn!
Als knieten viele ungesehn
Und beteten mit mir.
Der Himmel nah und fern,
Er ist so klar und feierlich,
So ganz, als wollt’ er öffnen sich.
Das ist der Tag des Herrn!
This is the Sabbath day!
The Shepherd's Sabbath Song
In the wide field I am alone.
Hark! now one morning bell's sweet tone--
Now it has died away.
Kneeling, I worship Thee:
Sweet dread doth o'er my spirit steal,
From whispering sounds of those who kneel,
Unseen, to pray with me.
Around and far away
So clear and solemn is the sky,
It seems all opening to my eye:
This is the Sabbath day!
poem by Johann Ludwig Uhland
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The Boy Out Of Church
As Jesus and his followers
Upon a Sabbath morn
Were walking by a wheat field
They plucked the ears of corn.
They plucked it, they rubbed it,
They blew the husks away,
Which grieved the pious pharisees
Upon the Sabbath day.
And Jesus said, 'A riddle
Answer if you can,
Was man made for the Sabbath
Or Sabbath made for man?'
I do not love the Sabbath,
The soapsuds and the starch,
The troops of solemn people
Who to Salvation march.
I take my book, I take my stick
On the Sabbath day,
In woody nooks and valleys
I hide myself away.
To ponder there in quiet
God's Universal Plan,
Resolved that church and Sabbath
Were never made for man.
poem by Robert Graves
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Wer Im Wartesaal Der Liebe Steht
Du und ich hatten unsre zeit
Ist es nun am ende doch soweit?
Kann es wirklich mglich sein?
Unser himmel war wolkenlos
War das alles eine tuschung b
Und du lt mich nun allein
Und nun strzt der himmel ein
Wer Im wartesaal der liebe steht
Wei, da es um alles geht
Und man fragt sich nur
Wie wird das noch enden
Wer Im wartesaal der liebe steht
Hofft es ist noch nicht zu spt
Alles wird sich vielleicht zum guten wenden
Alles wird sich vielleicht zum guten wenden
War das etwa de endstation
Und ich merkte einfach nichts davon
Hab ich mich denn so geirrt?
Was zu tun war hab ich getan
Jetzt kommt es auf andre dinge an
Niemand wei was mit uns wird
Woh der weg uns fhrt
Wer Im wartesaal der liebe steht
Wei, da es um alles geht
Und man fragt sich nur
Wie wird das noch enden
Wer Im wartesaal der liebe steht
Hofft es ist noch nicht zu spt
Alles wird sich vielleicht zum guten wenden
Alles wird sich vielleicht zum guten wenden
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Sabbath, My Love
greet my love with wine and gladsome lay;
Welcome, thrice welcome, joyous Seventh Day!
Six slaves the weekdays are; I share
With them a round of toil and care,
Yet light the burdens seem, I bear
For your sweet sake, Sabbath, my love!
On the First-day to the accustomed task
I go content, nor reward ask,
Save in your smile, at length, to bask --
Day blessed of God, Sabbath, my love!
Is the Second-day dull, the Third-day unbright?
Hide sun and stars from the Fourth-day's sight?
What need I care, who have your light,
Orb of my life, Sabbath, my love!
The Fifth-day, joyful tidings ring:
"The morrow shall your freedom bring!"
At dawn a slave, at eve a king --
God's table waits, Sabbath, my love!
On the Sixth-day does my cup overflow,
What blissful rest the night shall know,
When, in your arms, my toil and woe
Are all forgotten, Sabbath, my love!
Now it's dusk. With sudden light distilled
From one sweet face, the world is filled;
The tumult of my heart is stilled --
For you have arrived, Sabbath, my love!
Bring fruits and wine, and sing a cheerful lay,
Chant: "Come in peace, O blissful Seventh Day!"
poem by Yehudah HaLevi
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Some Keep the Sabbath Going to Church
Some keep the Sabbath going to Church --
I keep it, staying at Home --
With a Bobolink for a Chorister --
And an Orchard, for a Dome --
Some keep the Sabbath in Surplice --
I just wear my Wings --
And instead of tolling the Bell, for Church,
Our little Sexton -- sings.
God preaches, a noted Clergyman --
And the sermon is never long,
So instead of getting to Heaven, at least --
I'm going, all along.
poem by Emily Dickinson
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I was so frustrated in Sabbath after the last few albums. I just didn't like the musical direction Sabbath was going in.
quote by Geezer Butler
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The Holy Sabbath Day
God created the things He thought
Over the six days of the week,
And being pleased with His own work,
The Sabbath Day of rest, He sought!
God made the Sabbath Day for man
So that his body, heart and mind,
From week-days’ drudgery, rest find,
And thereby increase his life’s span!
God made the Sabbath Day holy
So that man could be nearer God,
And keep his soul afilled with grace,
And keep the heaven’s road always!
The Sabbath Day is crucial
For man to keep off diseases
Those afflict him these modern days,
And add more years to life on earth.
The Sabbath is the answer to
The affluent illnesses that
Affect most men including stress,
Avoiding all things of excess!
Man, keep the Sabbath Day holy;
Give rest to body, mind and heart;
Cleanse soul from sins by divine art,
And do your duty for your part.
On this day, think of God much more,
And thank Him for His blessings shown;
Pray fervently from your heart’s core,
And keep off evils known, unknown!
For, holy, holy is the Lord
Of heavens, earth – the most high God;
Whatever He says may look odd;
All will be fine, heeding His Word!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-23-2009
poem by John Celes
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Ebenezer
The Lord, our salvation and light,
The guide of our strength and our days,
Has brought us together to-night,
A new Ebenezer to raise:
The year we have now passed through,
His goodness with blessings has crown'd,
Each morning his mercies were new;
Then let our thanksgivings abound.
Encompass'd with dangers and snares,
Temptations, and fears, and complaints,
His ear he inclin'd to our pray'rs,
His hand open'd wide to our wants.
We never besought him in vain;
When burden'd with sorrow or sin,
He help'd us again and again,
Or where before now had we been?
His Gospel, throughout the long year,
From Sabbath to Sabbath he gave;
How oft has he met with us here,
And shown himself mighty to save?
His candlestick has been remov'd
From churches once privileg'd thus;
But though we unworthy have prov'd,
It still is continu'd to us.
For so many mercies receiv'd,
Alas! what returns have we made?
His Spirit we often have griev'd,
And evil for good have repaid,
How well it becomes us to cry,
"Oh! who is a God like to thee?
Who passest iniquities by,
And plungest them deep in the sea!"
To Jesus., who sits on the throne,
Our best hallelujahs we bring;
To thee it is owing alone
That we are permitted to sing:
Assist us, we pray, to lament
The sins of the year that is past
And grant that the next may be spent
Far more to thy praise than the last.
poem by John Newton
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I believe the Sabbath; I keep the Sabbath.
quote by John Harvey Kellogg
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Himmel ber Deutschland
Ich wei du bist bei mir, ganz egal wo ich
bin Vater verzeih mir fr alle Schande
die ich bring
REF. Leg den Himmel ber Deutschland und
auf das Glck, das ich erneut fand
was du verbragst in deiner Hand:
Den Himmel ber Deutschland
Du legst Feuer an den Goldrand
Die ganze Welt steht bald in Brand
Ich geb mein Herz in deine Hand
Leg den Himmel ber Deutschland
Ich wei du bist bei mir, ganz egal wo ich
bin Vater verzeih mir fr alle Schande
die ich bring
Ich war von der Welt betrunken, doch dann
rief ich zu dir Tief in Not versunken, doch
dann zeigtest du es mir
Ich konnte es nicht glauben, mein Verstand
war nicht rein, dann hob ich meine Augen,
doch mein Verstand war noch zu klein
Dann gabst du mir Einsicht, von deiner
Weisheit nur ein Stck
Das dieses Kartenhaus nun einbricht, wird
fr mich zum Glck
Aus Kriegern machst du Knechte, den Knecht
frhst du zuim Sieg und Herr deine Kmpfer
sind Gerechte. Alles Helden fr den Krieg
der siese Welt zu Fall bringt, denn
Babylon verliert
Der Adler der sich aufschwingt, wird von
deiner Hand allein regiert
Er wird von deiner Hand allein gefhrt
song performed by by Xavier Naidoo
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Himmel ber Deutschland
Ich wei du bist bei mir, ganz egal wo ich
bin Vater verzeih mir fr alle Schande
die ich bring
REF. Leg den Himmel ber Deutschland und
auf das Glck, das ich erneut fand
was du verbragst in deiner Hand:
Den Himmel ber Deutschland
Du legst Feuer an den Goldrand
Die ganze Welt steht bald in Brand
Ich geb mein Herz in deine Hand
Leg den Himmel ber Deutschland
Ich wei du bist bei mir, ganz egal wo ich
bin Vater verzeih mir fr alle Schande
die ich bring
Ich war von der Welt betrunken, doch dann
rief ich zu dir Tief in Not versunken, doch
dann zeigtest du es mir
Ich konnte es nicht glauben, mein Verstand
war nicht rein, dann hob ich meine Augen,
doch mein Verstand war noch zu klein
Dann gabst du mir Einsicht, von deiner
Weisheit nur ein Stck
Das dieses Kartenhaus nun einbricht, wird
fr mich zum Glck
Aus Kriegern machst du Knechte, den Knecht
frhst du zuim Sieg und Herr deine Kmpfer
sind Gerechte. Alles Helden fr den Krieg
der siese Welt zu Fall bringt, denn
Babylon verliert
Der Adler der sich aufschwingt, wird von
deiner Hand allein regiert
Er wird von deiner Hand allein gefhrt
song performed by by Xavier Naidoo
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New England Sabbath Bells
Methinks I hear those tuneful chimes,
Borne on the breath of morn,
Proclaiming to the silent world
Another Sabbath born.
With solemn sound they echo through
The stilly summer air,
Winning the heart of wayward man
Unto the house of prayer!
New England's sweet church-going bells,
Their memory's very dear;
And oft in dreams we seem to hear
Them ringing loud and clear.
Again we see the village-spire
Pointing toward the skies;
And hear our reverend pastor tell
Of life that never dies!
We see him moving down the aisle,
In light subdued and dim;
The while the organ's swelling notes
Chant forth the grateful hymn.
The forms of those our childhood knew,
By meadow, grove and hill,
Are gathering round with kindly looks,
As if they loved us still!
In careless hours of gladsome youth,
'Twas our thrice-blessed lot,
To dwell upon New England's shores,
Where God is not forgot.
Where temples to his name are raised,
And where, on bended knee,
The Christian sends to heavenly courts
The worship of the free!
New England's Sabbath chimes!--we love
Upon those words to dwell;
They fall upon our spirits with
A sweetly-soothing spell,
Bringing to mind those brighter days
When hope beamed on our way,
And life seemed to our souls but one
Pure and unclouded day!
New England's Sabbath bells!--when last
We heard their merry chime,
The air was rife with pleasant sounds;
For 'twas the glad spring-time!
The robin to those tuneful peals
Poured forth a thrilling strain;
O, 'tis our dearest hope to hear
Those Sabbath bells again!
For now we're many a weary mile
From that New England home;
In lands where laughing summer lies,
Our wandering footsteps roam.
But yet those sweetly-chiming bells
Those heavenward-pointing spires,
Awaken e'er the brightest glow
From memory's vestal-fires.
poem by Frances Ellen Watkins Harper
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More than the jewish people preserved the sabbath, the sabbath preserved them.
Engel
Wer zu Lebzeit gut auf Erden
wird nach dem Tod ein Engel werden
den Blick gen Himmel fragst du dann
warum man sie nicht sehen kann
Erst wenn die Wolken schlafengehn
kann man uns am Himmel sehn
wir haben Angst und sind allein
Gott weiss ich will kein Engel sein
Sie leben hinterm Sonnenschein
getrennt von uns unendlich weit
sie m├╝ssen sich an Sterne krallen (ganz fest)
damit sie nicht vom Himmel fallen
Erst wenn die Wolken schlafengehn
kann man uns am Himmel sehn
wir haben Angst und sind allein
Gott weiss ich will kein Engel sein
Erst wenn die Wolken schlafengehn
kann man uns am Himmel sehn
wir haben Angst und sind allein
Gott weiss ich will kein Engel sein
song performed by by Rammstein
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Grave
St. Margaret's bells,
Quiring their innocent, old-world canticles,
Sing in the storied air,
All rosy-and-golden, as with memories
Of woods at evensong, and sands and seas
Disconsolate for that the night is nigh.
O, the low, lingering lights! The large last gleam
(Hark! how those brazen choristers cry and call!)
Touching these solemn ancientries, and there,
The silent River ranging tide-mark high
And the callow, grey-faced Hospital,
With the strange glimmer and glamour of a dream!
The Sabbath peace is in the slumbrous trees,
And from the wistful, the fast-widowing sky
(Hark! how those plangent comforters call and cry!)
Falls as in August plots late roseleaves fall.
The sober Sabbath stir -
Leisurely voices, desultory feet! -
Comes from the dry, dust-coloured street,
Where in their summer frocks the girls go by,
And sweethearts lean and loiter and confer,
Just as they did an hundred years ago,
Just as an hundred years to come they will:-
When you and I, Dear Love, lie lost and low,
And sweet-throats none our welkin shall fulfil,
Nor any sunset fade serene and slow;
But, being dead, we shall not grieve to die.
poem by William Ernest Henley
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A Recusant
THE CHURCH stands there beyond the orchard-blooms:
How yearningly I gaze upon its spire!
Lifted mysterious through the twilight glooms,
Dissolving in the sunset’s golden fire,
Or dim as slender incense morn by morn
Ascending to the blue and open sky.
For ever when my heart feels most forlorn
It murmurs to me with a weary sigh,
How sweet to enter in, to kneel and pray
With all the others whom we love so well!
All disbelief and, doubt might pass away,
All peace float to us with its Sabbath bell.
Conscience replies, There is but one good rest,
Whose head is pillowed upon Truth’s pure breast.
poem by James Thomson
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The man with the deformed hand
On the Sabbath with my shrivelled deformed hand
in front of all the people I took my stand.
Everyone was watching expectantly
I know it's the Sabbath but will He heal me?
The Pharisees and the teachers of the law
were very unhappy with the things they saw.
They looked for reasons to accuse Him of sin
and if He healed me then they thought they would win.
He said, 'On the Sabbath should we do evil? '
'Should we save a person's life or should we kill? '
Jesus spoke these words to the Pharisees there
they were quiet showing no compassion or care.
Then, 'Stretch out your hand, ' Jesus commanded me
and restored my withered hand for all to see.
So when I placed both of my hands together
the bad hand was made as good as the other.
I cannot understand and did not know
why all of the Pharisees acted so.
But I am so glad that Jesus healed me
from my handicap and deformity.
Written after reading Luke 6: 6-10
Virginal Love
I LOVE him so,
That though his face I ne’er might see,
In the assurance that he so loved me
This heart of mine would glow
With pulses sweeter than the sweetest be
That colder ones can know.
I love him so,
That to my thought ’twere sweet to sleep
Even in death, believing he would keep
With solemn step and slow,
In Sabbath memory my grave and weep
For her who slept below.
I love him so,
That all desires when he is by
Shrink even from the import of a sigh:
As flowers unseen that grow,
Being mute must so remain, as in the sky
Are stars that none may know!
poem by Charles Harpur
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Mgde Und Knechte
Unerfahrene bekommen Einsicht
Mgde und Knechte haben Visionen
Ich berwache diesen Staat tagtglich
und offen gesprochen ich finde er versagt klglich
Denn er versteht nicht die Sprache, die wir hier sprechen
Und alle paar Minuten bricht er frei nach seiner Wahl ein Versprechen.
Vetuscht seine Kriegsverbrechen
Verlangt von seinen Brgern zu blechen
Nur der Herr kann uns rchen
Sie prellen, wir zechen
Doch ich rechne eins und eins zusammen
Unser Boot ist voll und wird sie volle Kraft rammen
[Ref:]
Unerfahrene bekommen Einsicht
Menschenhndler werden wohl gepeinigt
Mgde und Knechte haben Visionen
Um die Knige der Welt zu enttrohnen
Entstammen ihre niederen Instinkte auch grauer Vorzeit
Ich wei Jah gibt mir die Kraft, dass ich vor ihrem Fortschritt fortschreit
So seh ich doch wer fortbleibt und das mit deiner Ortzeit
Wer dort bleibt, kommt nicht nach und fehlt
Es ist ein Mordsleid, wenn dich der Gedanke qult:
Hab ich eigentlich das Richtige gewhlt?
Hast du ins Auge gefasst, dass du dich falsch entschieden hast?
Hast du im Kampf um Gut und Bse gar das Gute gehasst?
Wie der Unaussprechliche die Nhe des Herrn
Du fllst vom Himmel wie ein toter Stern
Du Lichtbote, halte deinen Fall von der Erde fern
Wenn ich dich fnde, wrdest du sehn, wie schnell ich tten lern
Ich schtze die Kammern deiner eigenen Hlle sehn dich gern
Tauchst du auf trnk ich die Erde mit deinem Blut ungern
[Ref.]
Wir werden weichen mssen, wenn er erscheint mit seiner Macht
Wir werden Leichen kssen, hat er uns erst um den Verstand gebracht
Denn er hat alles gemacht, den Tag vor der Nacht
Er ist wtend und sein Zorn ist erwacht
Das Feuer seiner Rache ist entfacht
Er warnte uns, doch es wurde weiter gemacht
Er mahnte uns, doch es wurde heiter gelacht
Er plante unseren Untergang und jetzt hats gekracht
Er fngt von unten an, wer htte das gedacht?
Und keinerlei Entschuldigung hat Bestand
Vor dem, dem Land und Leute wohl bekannt
Wohl so bekannt, weil seine Hand sie schuf
Und uns zergeht das Fleisch bei seinem Ruf
Und alles wird versenkt bei dieser Glut
Auch den tapfersten Krieger verlsst der Mut
Es tut nicht gut gegen den Herrn zu streiten
Er macht dich in krzester Zeit zum Hter aller unbefreiten Seelen,
die sich im Krper von Dmonen qulen
Whrend die lebenden den Tod abwhlen,
entweicht der letzte Atemzug euren Kehlen
Du sollst nicht stehlen
Es liege dir fern
Doch wenn du stehlen solltest, dann stiehl nie vom Herrn
Denn wohin willst du fliehen, um dich zu verstecken
Vergiss nicht, er schuf und findet die geheimnisvollsten Ecken
Ich mchte nicht in deiner Haut stecken
In deiner Haut stecken Zecken
Vielleicht erspart er dir in deinem Erbrochenen zu verrecken
Erschrecken werden alle
Denn der Herr verlsst und betritt seine heilige Halle
[Ref.]
song performed by by Xavier Naidoo
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Olney Hymn 41: Mourning And Longing
The Saviour hides His face;
My spirit thirsts to prove
Renew'd supplies of pardoning grace,
And never-fading love.
The favor'd souls who know
What glories shine in Him,
Pant for His presence as the roe
Pants for the living stream.
What trifles tease me now!
They swarm like summer flies!
They cleave to everything I do,
And swim before my eyes.
How dull the Sabbath day,
Without the Sabbath's Lord!
How toilsome then to sing and pray,
And wait upon the Word!
Of all the truths I hear,
How few delight my taste!
I glean a berry here and there,
But mourn the vintage past.
Yet let me (as I ought)
Still hope to be supplied;
No pleasure else is worth a thought,
Nor shall I be denied.
Though I am but a worm,
Unworthy of His care,
The Lord will my desire perform,
And grant me all my prayer.
poem by William Cowper
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Mourning and Longing
The Saviour hides His face;
My spirit thirsts to prove
Renew'd supplies of pardoning grace,
And never-fading love.
The favor'd souls who know
What glories shine in Him,
Pant for His presence as the roe
Pants for the living stream.
What trifles tease me now!
They swarm like summer flies!
They cleave to everything I do,
And swim before my eyes.
How dull the Sabbath day,
Without the Sabbath's Lord!
How toilsome then to sing and pray,
And wait upon the Word!
Of all the truths I hear,
How few delight my taste!
I glean a berry here and there,
But mourn the vintage past.
Yet let me (as I ought)
Still hope to be supplied;
No pleasure else is worth a thought,
Nor shall I be denied.
Though I am but a worm,
Unworthy of His care,
The Lord will my desire perform,
And grant me all my prayer.
poem by William Cowper
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