"The Seventh Day Is the Sabbath"
By Julia L. Colegrove
Mid the noise and tumult around me,
I can feel a rest and a calm;
For while men are toiling and delving,
All nature is singing a psalm. And the noise of nature is clearer
Than the rush and din to my ears;
And my heart gives thanks for a Sabbath,
And the God of the Sabbath reveres. For worship is due the Creator,
And sweet to the toiler is rest,
And the day set apart by Jehovah
Is surely the day that is best. O heavens of infinite grandeur,
So glorious by day and by night,
Ye speak of the Being who formed you
With excellent wisdom and might. And rivers so ceaselessly flowing,
Ye speak of the peace that may be
In obedient hearts of believers,
With joy like the waves of the sea. Think, ye who would follow the Master
With loving obedience and awe,
Did He, by example and precept,
Make void any part of the law?