A. Cross

1The dawn of God’s dear SabbathBreaks o’er the earth again,As some sweet summer morningAfter a night of pain;It comes as cooling showersTo some exhausted land,As shade of clustered palm trees‘Mid weary wastes of sand. 2Lord, we would bring for offering,Though marred with earthly soil,A week of earnest labor,Of steady, faithful toil,Fair fruits of self denial,Of […]