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,

Through ages join’d in tune,

Sing Holy, Holy, Holy,

To God be great Triune.

On Thee, at the Creation,

The light first had its birth;

On Thee, for our salvation,

Christ rose from depths of earth;

mfOn Thee our Lord victorious

The Spirit sent from heav’n;

And thus on Thee most glorious

A triple light was giv’n.

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.

Today on weary nations,

The heav’nly manna falls;

To holy convocations

The silver trumpet calls

Where Gospel-light is glowing

With pure and radiant beams,

And living water flowing

With soul refreshing streams.

May we, new graces gaining

From this our day of rest;

Attain the rest remaining

To spirit of the blest;

And there, our voice upraising,

To Father, and to Son.

And Holy Ghost, be praising

The blessed Three In One.