And one pure life from Thee, the Head,
Informing all the members flow;
One pulse be felt in every vein,
One law of pleasure and of pain.
Oh, let the virtue all divine,
The Gift of this true Sabbath morn,
Stored in my spirit’s inner shrine,
Be purely and be meekly borne;
Be husbanded with thrifty care,
And sweetened and refreshed with prayer.[189]