| Text: | Sweet is the day of sacred rest |
| Tune: | DEVOTION |
1 Sweet is the day of sacred rest; No mortal cares shall seize my breast. O may my heart in tune be found, Like David’s harp of solemn sound. 2 Then shall I share a glorious part, When grace hath well refined my heart, And fresh supplies of joy are shed, Like holy oil, to cheer my head. 3 Then shall I see, and hear, and know All I desired and wished below; And ev’ry pow’r find sweet employ, In that eternal world of joy.
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| First Line: | Sweet is the day of sacred rest |
| Publication Date: | 1960 |
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| Name: | DEVOTION |