Another six days’ work is done,
Another Sabbath is begun:
Return, my soul, enjoy the rest;
Improve the day thy God has blest.
Come, bless the Lord, whose love assigns
So sweet a rest to wearied minds,
Provides an antepast of heaven,
And gives this day the food of seven.
Oh that our thought and thanks may rise
As grateful incense to the skies,
And draw from heaven that sweet repose
Which none but he that feels it knows.
This heavenly calm within the breast
Is the dear pledge of glorious rest,
Which for the the Church of God remains:
The end of cares, the end of pains.
In holy duties let the day,
In holy pleasures, pass away:
How sweet a Sabbath thus to spend,
In hope of one that ne’er shall end!