Father, fill our souls with love;
Love unfailing, full, and free;
Love no injury can move;
Love that ever rests on thee.


Heavenly Father, through the night
Keep us safe from every ill.
Cheerful as the morning light,
May we wake to do thy will.




THE SABBATH IS HERE.

[FROM KRUMACHER.]

The Sabbath is here. It is sent us from Heaven.
Rest, rest, toilsome life.
Be silent all strife.
Let us stop on our way,
And give thanks, and pray
To Him who all things has given.


The Sabbath is here. To the fields let us go.
How fresh and how fair,