THE SABBATH IN JEWISH POETRY
Behold it is the Sabbath day
And I, Thy servant, come before
Thy throne, Almighty King, to pray
That Thou Thy holy truth wilt pour
Upon my soul, to give it rest once more.
Grant that I may Thy praise proclaim,
For my delight it is to speak Thy name.
Come, my belovèd, with chorus of praise,
Welcome Bride Sabbath, the Queen of the days.
"Keep and Remember!" -- in one divine Word
He that is One, Alone, made His will heard;
One is the name of Him, One is the Lord!
His are the fame and the glory and praise!
Sabbath, to welcome thee, joyous we haste;
Fountain of blessing from ever thou wast --
First in God's planning, though fashioned the last,
Crown of His handiwork, chiefest of days.
City of holiness, filled are the years;
Up from thine overthrow! Forth from thy fears!
Long hast thou dwelt in the valley of tears,
Now shall God's tenderness shepherd thy ways.