1 O day of rest and gladness,
O day of joy and light,
O balm of care and sadness,
Most beautiful, most bright;
On you the high and lowly,
Through ages joined in tune,
Sing Holy, Holy, Holy,
To the great God Triune,

2 On you, at the creation,
The light first had its birth;
On you, for our salvation,
Christ rose from depths of earth;
On you our Lord, victorious,
The Spirit sent from heav'n;
And thus on you, most glorious,
A triple light was giv'n.

3 You are a port protected
From storms that round us rise;
A garden intersected
With streams of Paradise;
You are a cooling fountain
In life's dry, dreary sand;
From thee, like Pisgah's mountain,
We view the promised land.

4 Today on weary nations
The heav'nly 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.

5 New graces ever gaining
From this our day of rest,
We reach the rest remaining
To spirits of the blest.
To Holy Ghost be praises,
To Father and to Son;
The church her voice upraises
To you, blest Three in One.