1
The sun rolls down the distant west.
Soft twilight steals abroad
To welcome in the day of rest,
The Sabbath of our Lord.

2
This holy day let us begin
With songs of praise to God,
Who pardons all our guilt and sin.
Through Jesus' precious blood.

3
Now in this tranquil hour we lay
All worldly cares aside,
And hallow God's most holy day,
Though friends or foes may chide.

4
'Tis not to seek the world's applause
That we from labor rest;
We strive to keep God's holy laws,
And He these moments blessed.