40   The Dawn of God s Dear Sabbath




[1]
The dawn of God s dear Sabbath
Breaks o er the earth again
As some sweet summer morning
After a night of pain;
It comes as cooling showers
To some exhausted land
As shade of clustered palm trees
Mid weary wastes of sand.

[2]
Lord we would bring for offering
Though marred with earthly soil
A week of earnest labor
Of steady faithful toil
Fair fruits of self-denial
Of strong deep love to Thee
Fostered by Thine own Spirit
In true humility.

[3]
And we would bring our burden
Of sinful thought and deed
In Thy pure presence kneeling
From bondage to be freed
Our heart s most bitter sorrow
For all Thy work undone;
So many talents wasted!
So few bright laurels won!

[4]
And with that sorrow mingling
A steadfast faith and sure
And love so deep and fervent
For Thee to make it pure
In Thy dear presence finding
The pardon that we need
And then the peace so lasting
Celestial peace indeed.