O day of rest and gladness
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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 the throne,Sing, Holy, holy, holy,To the Eternal One.
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Thou art a port protectedFrom storms that round us rise,A garden intersectedWith streams of paradise;Thou art a cooling fountainIn life's dry, dreary sand;From thee, like Pisgah's mountain,We view our promised land.
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A day of sweet reflectionThou art, a day of love;A day to raise affectionFrom earth to things above.New graces ever gainingFrom this our day of rest,We seek the rest remainingIn mansions of the blest.