1. O day of rest and gladness,
    O day of joy and light,
    O balm of care and sadness,
    most beautiful, most bright;
    on thee, the high and lowly,
    who bend before throne,
    sing, “Holy, holy, holy,”
    to the Eternal One.
  2. Thou art a port protected
    from storms that round us rise;
    a garden intersected
    with streams of paradise;
    thou art a cooling fountain
    in life’s dry, dreary sand;
    from thee, like Pisgah’s mountain,
    we view our promised land.
  3. A day of sweet reflection,
    thou art a day of love,
    A day to raise affection
    from earth to things above.
    New graces ever gaining
    from this our day of rest,
    We reach the rest remaining
    in mansions of the blessed.