CCCXLVIII. The Sabbath

1 Another six days work is done,
Another sabbath is begun;
Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest,
Improve the day thy God has bless'd.

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 O that our thoughts 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.

4 This heavenly calm, within the breast,
Is the dear pledge of glorious rest,
Which for the church of God remains,
The end of cares, the end of pains.

5 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.

6 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
Title: The Sabbath
Author: J. Stennett
Meter: L. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1792
Topic: Worship: The Lord's Day; Happiness: In God; Public Religion (1 more...)
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