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This Is The Day Of Rest
SCHUMANN  S.M.
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THE SABBATH
This is the day of rest;
Our failing strength renew;
On weary brain and troubled breast
Shed Thou Thy freshening dew.
This is the day of peace;
Thy peace our spirits fill;
Bid Thou the blasts of discord cease,
The waves of strife be still.
This is the day of prayer;
Let earth to heaven draw near;
Lift up our hearts to seek Thee there;
Come down to meet us here.
This is the best of days;
Send forth Thy quickening breath,
And wake dead souls to love and praise,
O Vanquisher of death!

This is the day of rest;
Our failing strength renew;
On weary brain and troubled breast
Shed Thou Thy freshening dew.

This is the day of peace;
Thy peace our spirits fill;
Bid Thou the blasts of discord cease,
The waves of strife be still.

This is the day of prayer;
Let earth to heaven draw near;
Lift up our hearts to seek Thee there;
Come down to meet us here.

This is the best of days;
Send forth Thy quickening breath,
And wake dead souls to love and praise,
O Vanquisher of death!

   
   J. Ellerton, 1867 From Cantica Laudis, 1850   
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