O Maker and
Upholder of all things,
Day and night are thine; they are also
mine from thee –
the night to rid me of the cares
of the day,
to
refresh my weary body,
to
renew my natural strength;
the day to summon me to new
activities,
to
give me opportunity to glorify thee,
to
serve my generation,
to
acquire knowledge, holiness, eternal life.
But one day above
all days is made especially
for thy honour and my
improvement;
The sabbath reminds
me
of thy rest from creation,
of the resurrection of my
Saviour,
of his entering into repose.
Thy house is mine,
but I am unworthy to meet thee
there,
and am unfit for
spiritual service.
When I enter it I
come before thee as a sinner,
condemned by conscience and thy
Word,
For I am still in
the body and in the wilderness,
ignorant, weak, in danger,
and in need of thine aid.
But encouraged by
thy all-sufficient grace
let me go to thy house with a
lively hope
of meeting thee,
knowing that there thou wilt come
to me
and give me peace.
My soul is drawn out
to thee in longing desires
for thy presence in the
sanctuary, at the table,
where all are entertained on a
feast of
good things;
Let me before the
broken elements,
emblems of thy dying
love,
cry to thee with broken heart for
grace
and forgiveness.
I long for that
blissful communion of thy people
in thy eternal house in the
perfect kingdom;
These are they that
follow the Lamb;
May I be of their
company!