Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest

Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest,
Improve the day thy God has blest;
Another six days' work is done,
Another Sabbath is begun.

Come, bless the Lord, whose love assigns
So sweet a rest to wearied minds;
Provides a blest foretaste of heaven
On this day more than all the seven.

O that our thoughts and thanks may rise
As grateful incense to the skies;
And draw from Christ that sweet repose,
Which none but he that feels it knows.

This heavenly calm within the breast
Is the blest pledge of glorious rest,
Which for the church of God remains,
The end of cares, the end of pains.