Six days of work and toil are past

This one begun, is meant for rest

Come thou heart, and take thine rest

Rejoice thou in the day God bless’d

O Lord, we rejoice at Thy work

In various hues, both new and ok

We praise Thee, Lord, for mercy g

In earnest hope of that to come.

Let all our thoughts and praises rise

Like sweet incense unto Thy throne

That it may bring down joy untold

Known only to those made holy.

This heav’ly peace of heart is giv’n

As witness of a glorious rest,

To the ones who have been made pure

The end of afflictions and cares.