Amid the quietude and peace
Of this new Sabbath morn,
When Nature in her rich increase
Seems fresh in beauty born, —

With waiting hearts, O God, we kneel
In this thy house to-day;
We would the holy Presence feel,
That with us is alway.

Fresh flowers are on thine altar laid
As incense unto thee;
Our souls, in thine own image made,
Alike would offering be.

The songs of birds to thee ascend
Upon the fragrant air,
And with our prayer and praises blend:
Love reigneth everywhere!

One Name fills all the shining space,
Heard in the heart's profound,
Felt in the stillness of this place,
The silences around!