O Day of Rest And Gladness

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, through ages joined in tune, Sing holy, holy, holy, to the great God Triune.

2 On thee, at the creation, the light first had its birth; On thee, for our salvation, Christ rose from depths of earth; On thee, our Lord, victorious, the Spirit sent from heaven, And thus on thee, most glorious, a triple light was given.

3 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.

4 Thou art a holy ladder, where angels go and come; Each Sunday finds us gladder, nearer to heaven, our home; A day of sweet refection, thou art a day of love, A day of resurrection from earth to things above.

5 Today on weary nations the heavenly manna falls; To holy convocations the silver trumpet calls, Where Gospel light is glowing with pure and radiant beams, And living water flowing, with soul refreshing streams.