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;