1 A Sabbath well spent
Brings a week of content,
Giving strength for the toils of tomorrow;
But a Sabbath profan'd,
Whatsoe'er may be gain'd,
Is a certain forerunner of sorrow.

2 Six days shalt thou toil,
Bringing fruits from the soil,
And with mind, heart and strength shalt thou labor;
But the seventh is bless'd,
As a day of sweet rest,
And for worship of God, the Creator.

3 O best of the seven,
Blessed foretaste of heaven
Thou dost bring with each pleasant returning;
Let us work, wait and pray,
Till the glorious day,
When we're called from life's weary sojourning.