The Lord of Sabbath Let Us Praise

The Lord of Sab­bath let us praise

In con­sort with the blest

Who

joy­ful in har­mo­ni­ous lays

Employ an end­less rest.

Thus

Lord

while we re­mem­ber Thee

We blest and pi­ous grow;

By hymns of praise we learn to be

Triumphant here be­low.

On this glad day a bright­er scene

Of glo­ry was dis­played

By the eter­nal Word

than when

This uni­verse was made.

He rises

who man­kind has bought

With grief and pain ex­treme;

’Twas great to speak the world from naught;

’Twas great­er to redeem.