From daily tasks set free, And met within Thy holy place

To rest awhile with Thee.

2 Yet these are not the only walls

Wherein Thou mayst be sought;
On homeliest work Thy blessing falls

In truth and patience wrought.

3 Thine is the loom, the forge, the mart,

The wealth of land and sea, The worlds of science and of art,

Revealed and ruled by Thee.

4 Then let us prove our heavenly birth

In all we do and know,
And claim the kingdom of the earth

For Thee, and not Thy foe.

5 Work shall be prayer, if all be wrought

As Thou wouldst have it done,
And prayer, by Thee inspired and taught,
Itself with work be one.

John Ellerton, 1870

1
PRAISE for Thee, Lord, in Zion waits;

Prayer shall besiege Thy temple gates:
All flesh shall to Thy throne repair,

And find, through Christ, salvation there. 2 How blest Thy saints! how safely led,

How surely kept, how richly fed!
Saviour of all in earth and sea,
How happy they who rest in Thee!

3 Thy hand sets fast the mighty hills,

Thy voice the troubled ocean stills;
Evening and morning hymn Thy praise,
And earth Thy bounty wide displays.

4 The year is with Thy goodness crowned;

Thy clouds drop wealth the world around;
Through Thee the deserts laugh and sing,
And nature smiles, and owns her King.

5 Lord, on our souls Thine influence pour;

The moral waste within restore;
0 let Thy love our spring-tide be,
And make us all bear fruit to Thee!

Henry F. Lyte, 1834

1 SAVIOUR, again to Thy dear name we raise

With one accord our parting hymn of praise; We stand to bless Thee ere our worship cease;

Then, lowly kneeling, wait Thy word of peace. 2 Grant us Thy peace upon our homeward way;

With Thee began, with Thee shall end the day:
Guard Thou the lips from sin, the hearts from shame,

That in this house have called upon Thy name.
3 Grant us Thy peace, Lord, through the coming night;

Turn Thou for us its darkness into light;
From harm and danger keep Thy children free,

For dark and light are both alike to Thee.
4 Grant us Thy peace throughout our earthly life,

Our balm in sorrow, and our stay in strife;
Then, when Thy voice shall bid our conflict cease,
Call us, O Lord, to Thine eternal peace.

John Ellerton, 1866 (Text of 1868)