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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Jan 30, 1913

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 90, No. 5.

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MAY COLE KUHN

By May Cole Kuhn

Sabbath

MAY COLE KUHN

Day of Jehovah, whose first sun Dawned mid creation’s glorious rays, About whose history is spun A living wreath of prayer and praise; God of the Sabbath, help us still To love thy law, to do thy will.
For who can guard these sacred hours And turn a trampling foot away, If he but trusts his own weak powers, And strives through self his thoughts to stay? God of creation! be thou near; Help us to love, help us to fear.
In vain in form and word we do The letter of the law’s commands; Infinite Love brought law to view,— ’Tis love that answers his commands. Thou loving Father, for to-day, Help us to honor and obey.
Day of Jehovah, whose bright bands Bind gems with fairest thought replete; A refuge in earth’s desert sands, When men, unhindered, God may meet! For faithless vow and ruthless word, Have mercy on thy people, Lord.