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THE SABBATH |
This is the day of rest;
Our failing strength renew; On weary brain and troubled breast Shed Thou Thy freshening dew.
This is the day of peace;
Thy peace our spirits fill; Bid Thou the blasts of discord cease, The waves of strife be still.
This is the day of prayer;
Let earth to heaven draw near; Lift up our hearts to seek Thee there; Come down to meet us here.
This is the best of days;
Send forth Thy quickening breath, And wake dead souls to love and praise, O Vanquisher of death!
This is the day of rest; |
J. Ellerton, 1867 | From Cantica Laudis, 1850 |