1 Thou givest Thy Sabbath, Lord; the din is stilled Of man's unquiet care; A sacred calm, with Thy deep presence filled, Breathes through the silent air. 2 O leave us not, through long and darkened hours, 3 Purge from our hearts the stains so deep and foul, Of wrath and pride and care; 4 Banish this craving self that still has sought 5 Teach us to love Thy creatures great and small |