• Oh! welcome to the wearied Earth
    The Sabbath resting comes,
    Gathering the sons of toil and care
    Back to their peaceful homes;
    And, like a portal to the skies,
    Opens the House of God,
    Where all who seek may come and learn
    The way the Saviour trod.
    But holier to the wanderer seems
    The Sabbath on the deep,
    When on, and on, in ceaseless course,
    The toiling bark must keep,
    And not a trace of man appears
    Amid the wilderness
    Of waters--then it comes like dove
    Direct from heaven to bless.