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 | The Poetical Works of Frances Ridley Havergal |  |
Saturday Night.
TO THE SAME.
Lord, refresh Thy weary servant,
Send him sweet and quiet rest;
Thou hast made him oft a blessing,
Let him now be doubly blest.
Send him sweet and quiet rest;
Thou hast made him oft a blessing,
Let him now be doubly blest.
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Let him feel Thy holy presence
Richly dwelling in his soul,
Every care and every burden
Bid him on Jehovah roll.
Richly dwelling in his soul,
Every care and every burden
Bid him on Jehovah roll.
Lord, as he for Thee hath spoken,
Now to him, oh do Thou speak!
With Thy still small voice of comfort
Crown the mercies of the week.
Now to him, oh do Thou speak!
With Thy still small voice of comfort
Crown the mercies of the week.
May He wake with strength renewed,
Yet again to work for Thee;
Full of Sabbath joy and blessing
Let his spirit always be!
Yet again to work for Thee;
Full of Sabbath joy and blessing
Let his spirit always be!
| The Poetical Works of Frances Ridley Havergal | |