The Sabbath of the Soul.
1 O Father, though the anxious fear
May cloud to-morrow’s way,
No fear nor doubt shall enter here;
All shall be Thine to-day.
2 We will not bring divided hearts
To worship at Thy shrine;
But each unworthy thought departs,
And leaves this temple Thine.
3 Sleep, sleep to-day, tormenting cares,