Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest
L. M.
1
Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest,Improve the day thy God has blest;Another six days' work is done,Another Sabbath is begun.
2
Come, bless the Lord, whose love assignsSo sweet a rest to wearied minds;Provides a blest foretaste of heavenOn this day more than all the seven.
3
O that our thoughts and thanks may riseAs grateful incense to the skies;And draw from Christ that sweet repose,Which none but he that feels it knows.
4
This heavenly calm within the breastIs the blest pledge of glorious rest,Which for the church of God remains,The end of cares, the end of pains.