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!
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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.
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