1 Another six day's work is done,
Another Sabbath is begun:
Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest,
Improve the day thy God has blest.
2 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.
3 Oh that our thoughts and thanks may rise
As grateful incense to the skies;
And draw from heaven that sweet repose
Which none, but he who feels it, knows.
4 With joy, great God! Thy works we view,
In various scenes both old and new;
With praise, we think on mercies past,
With hope, we future pleasures taste.
5 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!
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First Line: | Another six days' work is done |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1867 |
Topic: | Family Worship |