sleep today, tormenting cares...

This sabbath hymn from the "Hymns of the Spirit" 1889 ed.

THE SABBATH OF THE SOUL

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.

We will not bring divided hearts

To worship at Thy shrine ;
But each unworthy thought departs,

And leaves this temple Thine.

Sleep, sleep to-day, tormenting cares,
Of earth and folly born;

Ye shall not dim the light that streams
From this celestial morn.

To-morrow will be time enough

To feel your harsh control;
Ye shall not violate this day,

The sabbath of the soul.

Have a blessed sabbath