(Verse 1)
O day of rest and gladness,
O day of joy and light,
O balm of care and sadness,
Most beautiful, most bright;
On thee, the high and lowly,
Who bend before the throne,
Sing, “Holy, holy, holy,”
To the Eternal One.
(Verse 2)
Thou art a port protected,
From storms that round us rise;
A garden intersected,
With streams of paradise;
Thou art a cooling fountain
In life’s dry, dreary sand;
From Thee, like Pisgah’s mountain,
We view our promised land.
(Verse 3)
A day of sweet reflection,
Thou art a day of love,
A day to raise affection
From earth to things above.
New graces ever gaining,
From this our day of rest,
We seek the rest remaining
In mansions of the blest