Six Days of Labor Now Are Past

Six days of la­bor now are past;

Thou rest­est

Ho­ly God;

And of Thy fin­ished work has said

That all is ve­ry good.

Yet while the se­venth day is blessed

Hallowed for rest di­vine

Behold

a new cre­ation needs

That migh­ty pow­er of Thine.

Ten thou­sands voic­es praise Thy name

In earth and sea and sky;

One sin­ner by his sin has marred

The bliss­ful har­mo­ny.

O Lord

cre­ate man’s heart anew

The heart of stone re­move:

Then hymns of praise again shall rise

The fruits of ho­ly love.

O for the songs that Thou wilt bless

Where heart and voice agree;

O for the pray­ers that plead aright

With Thy dread ma­jes­ty.

All praise to God

the Three in One

Who high in glo­ry reigns;

Who by His Word hath all things made

And by His Word sus­tains.