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.
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.
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.