O Day of Rest and Gladness

1O 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,
Bending before the throne,
Sing,
Holy, holy, holy,
To the Eternal One.

2Thou 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.

3A 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 seek the rest remaining In mansions of the blest.