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, oly, 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.