The Sundaies of man's life,
Thredded together on time's string,
Make bracelets to adorn the wife
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The Sundaies of man's life,
Thredded together on time's string,
Make bracelets to adorn the wife
Of the eternal, glorious King.
On Sunday heaven's gates stand ope;
Blessings are plentiful and rife.
More plentiful than hope.

E'en Sunday shines no Sabbath day to me.

E'en Sunday shines no Sabbath day to me.

The sabbaths of Eternity.
One sabbath deep and wide.

The sabbaths of Eternity.
One sabbath deep and wide.

And he said unto them, The sabbath was made for man, and not man
for the sabbath:
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And he said unto them, The sabbath was made for man, and not man
for the sabbath:
Therefore the Son of man is Lord also of the sabbath.

Sundaies observe: think when the bells do chime,
'Tis angel's musick; therefore come not late.

Sundaies observe: think when the bells do chime,
'Tis angel's musick; therefore come not late.

How still the morning of the hallow'd day!
Mute is the voice of rural labour, hush'd
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How still the morning of the hallow'd day!
Mute is the voice of rural labour, hush'd
The ploughboy's whistle, and the milkmaid's song.

Day of the Lord, as all our days should be!

Day of the Lord, as all our days should be!

For, bless the gude mon, gin he had his ain way,
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For, bless the gude mon, gin he had his ain way,
He's na let a cat on the Sabbath say "mew;"
Nae birdie maun whistle, nae lambie maun play,
An' Phoebus himsel' could na travel that day,
As he'd find a new Joshua in Andie Agnew.

Gently on tiptoe Sunday creeps,
Cheerfully from the stars he peeps,
Mortals are all asleep below,
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Gently on tiptoe Sunday creeps,
Cheerfully from the stars he peeps,
Mortals are all asleep below,
None in the village hears him go;
E'en chanticleer keeps very still,
For Sunday whispered, 'twas his will.