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
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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.
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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 in deed.