Grace Aguilar: «Sabbath Thoughts II»
“Six days shall work be done, but the seventh day is the Sabbath of rest. It is the Sabbath of the Lord in all your dwellings.” — Levit. 23.2.
- I bless thee, Father, for the grace
Thou me this day hast given,
Strengthening my soul to seek thy face,
And list the theme of heaven.
- I bless thee, that each workday care
Thy love hath lulled to rest,
And ev’ry thought whose wing was prayer,
Thine answering word hath blessed.
- I bless thee, Father! those dark fears,
That linger’d round my heart,
That called for murmurs, doubts and fears,
Thy mercy bade depart.
- Oh, Thou alone couldst send them hence,
On this bless’d day of peace,
And with thy spirit’s pure incense,
Bid workday turmoils cease.
- The with’ring pangs of anxious care,
Were through the week mine own,
Eased only in the hour of pray’r,
But never from me flown.
- Darkly around me closed the night,
Though trusting still in Thee;
And heavily I hailed the light,
Fraught with few joys for me.
- How came it, then, my Sabbath day
Is with such bliss replete,—
That visions bright around me play,
Whose smiles my spirit greet?
- Oh, ’tis as some reviving dew,
Were o’er each sorrow stealing,
Folding in heaven’s own azure hue,
Each dark and weary feeling.
- As if no sorrow could molest,
My soaring soul again,
Nor find a momentary rest
For aught of earthly pain.
- A Sabbath to my inmost heart,
Thy day, my God, hath been,
Thy loving kindness to impart,
E’en to a child of sin.
- A verdant spot, a cooling spring,
On earth’s unkindly breast,
Where all who childlike spirits bring,
Shall healing find, and rest.
- My God! my Father! ’tis from Thee
These blessed hours have come,
I hail them type of joys for me,
That wait me in thy home!
- Come, then! if, Lord, ’tis thy decree,
My workday thoughts of care,
The day of rest is still for me,
Thy presence then to share.
- And nought shall banish from my heart
Its memories lingering yet,
Their twilight soothing to impart,
E’en when their sun hath set.
- Oh, never let its fleece* be dry,
Thine own day mid the seven,
And wing with prayer, my God, each sigh,
That yearns for Thee and heaven!
- * Judges 6.38.
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