The Sabbath.
1 Thou givest Thy Sabbath, Lord; the din is stilled
Of man's unquiet care;
A sacred calm, with Thy deep presence filled,
Breathes through the silent air.
2 O leave us not, through long and darkened hours,
In night of woe and sin,
But shed Thy Sabbath with its radiant powers
Upon the world within.
3 Purge from our hearts the stains so deep and foul,
Of wrath and pride and care;
Send Thine own holy calm upon the soul,
And bid it settle there.
4 Banish this craving self that still has sought
Lord of the soul to be;
Teach us to turn to fellow-men our thought;
Teach us to turn to Thee!
5 Teach us to love Thy creatures great and small
To live as in Thine eye;
Thou who hast freely given Thy love to all;--
Thou who to all art nigh!