As birds unto the genial homeland fly,
The
winter’s cold and low’ring skies to flee,
So
seek my soul Thy gracious presence here
And
finds, O God its rest and peace in Thee.
2
Here
at Thy shrine we leave all vexing care,
Forget
the disappointment, grief and tear,
And
on the wings of hopeful song and prayer
We
rise and rising feel Thy Spirit here.
3
Bless
all who spend this night in pain and woe,
The
burdened heart, the fainting, and distressed,
Thy
comfort send to darkened homes bereaved,
Thy
saving help to those by want oppressed.
4
Come,
Sabbath joy, each trusting heart now fill,
And
blissful peace within our homes abide,
May
thankful praise each grateful heart now thrill,
And
to God’s loving care their lives confide.