Classic Poem

The setting sun upon the oak tree tops doth lean,
Come let us all go forth to meet the Sabbath queen,
For, lo, she cometh down in holiness and blest,
And with her are angels—
A host of peace and rest.
Welcome, O queen
Welcome, O queen
Peace be upn you, O angels of peace.


We have welcomed Sabbath with joyous song and prayer,
Now let us homeward turn, our hearts no gladness spare,
For there is laid the table, the candles are alight,
The house is shining—
And every corner bright.
Blest Sabbath of peace
Blest Sabbath of peace
May your coming be peaceful, O angels of peace.


Abide with us, O purest, illumine with thy ray
A night and day to follow, and then pass on thy way;
And we shall show thee honour with garments choice and fair
With three good meals—
And table-hymns and prayer,
With quiet complete,
With rest that is sweet,
May you bless me with peace, O angels of peace.


The setting sun upon the oak tree tops doth lean,
Come, let us all escort the parting Sabbath queen;
“Peace on thy departure, O sacred pure of reign,
Six days we wait
Till thou shalt come again. . . .”
For the Sabbath to come,
For the Sabbath to come!
May your parting be peaceful, O angels of peace.