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O Day of Rest and Gladness
Verse 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,
Who bend before throne,
Sing, oly, holy, holy,
To the Eternal One.
O day of joy and light,
O balm of care and sadness,
Most beautiful, most bright;
On thee, the high and lowly,
Who bend before throne,
Sing, oly, holy, holy,
To the Eternal One.
Verse 2
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.
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.
Verse 3
A day of sweet reflection,
Thou art a day of love,
A day to raise affection
From earth to things above.
New graces ever gaining
From this our day of rest,
We reach the rest remaining
In mansions of the blessed.
Thou art a day of love,
A day to raise affection
From earth to things above.
New graces ever gaining
From this our day of rest,
We reach the rest remaining
In mansions of the blessed.
A prominent Victorian hymn celebrating the Sabbath as a day of rest and worship.