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,
In night of woe and sin,
But shed Thy Sabbath with its radiant powers
Upon the world within.

3 Purge from our hearts the stains so deep and foul, Of wrath and pride and care;
Send Thine own holy calm upon the soul,
And bid it settle there.

4 Banish this craving self that still has sought
Lord of the soul to be;
Teach us to turn to fellow-men our thought;
Teach us to turn to Thee!

5 Teach us to love Thy creatures great and small
To live as in Thine eye;
Thou who hast freely given Thy love to all; --
Thou who to all art nigh!