Another Six Days’ Work Is Done

Another six days’ work is done

Another Sab­bath is be­gun;

Return

my soul

en­joy thy rest

Improve the day that God hath blest.

Come

praise the Lord

whose love as­signs

So sweet a rest to wea­ry minds;

Provides an an­te­past of Heav­en

And gives this day the food of se­ven.

O that our thoughts and thanks may rise

As grate­ful in­cense to the skies!

And draw from Heav­en that sweet re­pose

Which none but he who feels it knows.

A heav­en­ly calm per­vades the breast

Is the dear pledge of 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 plea­sure taste.

In ho­ly du­ties let the day

In holy com­forts pass away;

The Sab­bath thus we love to spend

In hope of one which ne’er shall end.