1. The dawn of God's dear sabbath, Breaks o'er the earth again, As some sweet summer morning After a night of pain; It comes as cooling showers To some exhausted land, As shade of clustered palm trees Mid weary wastes of sand. 2. Lord, we would bring for offering, Through marred with earthly soil, A week of earnest labor, Of steady, faithful toil, Fair fruits of self-denial, Of strong, deep love to Thee, Fostered by Thine own Spirit, In true humility. 3. And we would bring our burden Of sinful thought and deed, In Thy pure presence and kneeling, From bondage to be freed, Our heart's most bitter sorrow For all Thy work undone- So many talents wasted! So few bright laurels won! 4. And with that sorrow mingling, A steadfast faith, and sure, And so deep and fervent, For Thee to make it pure, In Thy dear presence finding The pardon that we need, And then the peace so lasting- Celestial peace indeed