Another six days' work is done,
Another Sabbath is begun;
Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest,
Improve the day that God hath blest.
O, that our thoughts and thanks may rise,
As grateful incense, to the skies,
And draw from heav'n that sweet repose
Which none but he that feels it knows!
A heavenly calm pervades the breast,
The earnest of that glorious rest
Which for the Church of God remains,
The end of cares, the end of pains.
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.
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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