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, “Holy, holy, holy,”to the Eternal One.2.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.3.A day of sweet reflection,thou art a day of love,A day to raise affectionfrom earth to things above.New graces ever gainingfrom this our day of rest,We reach the rest remainingin mansions of the blessed.