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,

Bending before the throne,

Sing holy, holy, holy,

To God the holy One.

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.