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
through ages joined in tune,
sing “Holy, holy, holy”
to the great God Triune.
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 heav’n;
and thus on thee, most glorious,
a triple light was giv’n.
3. Today on weary nations
the heav’nly manna falls;
to holy convocations
the silver trumpet calls,
where gospel light is glowing
with pure and radiant beams,
and living water flowing
with soul refreshing streams.
4. New graces ever gaining
from this our day of rest,
we reach the rest remaining
to spirits of the blest.
To Holy Ghost be praises,
to Father, and to Son;
the church her voice upraises
to thee, blest Three in One.
Verse 1
Oh for a thousand tongues to sing
My great Redeemer’s praise
The glories of my God and King
The triumphs of His grace
Verse 2
My gracious Master and my God
Assist me to proclaim
To spread through all the earth abroad
The honors of Thy name
Verse 3
Jesus! the name that charms our fears
That bids our sorrows cease
’Tis music in the sinner’s ears
’Tis life and health and peace
Verse 4
He breaks the power of canceled sin
He sets the prisoner free
His blood can make the foulest clean
His blood availed for me
Verse 5
He speaks, and listening to His voice
New life the dead receive
The mournful, broken hearts rejoice
The humble poor believe
Verse 6
Hear Him, ye deaf; His praise, ye dumb
Your loosened tongues employ
Ye blind, behold your Savior come
And leap, ye lame, for joy
Verse 7
Glory to God, and praise and love
Be ever, ever given
By saints below and saints above
The church in earth and heaven
O God the Rock of Ages
Who evermore hast been,
While life’s brief tempest rages,
Our dwelling-place serene;
Before the world’s creation,
O Lord, the same as now,
To endless generations,
The everlasting Thou.
Our years are like the shadows
On sunny hills that lie,
Or grasses in the meadows
That blossom but to die:
A sleep, a dream, a story
By strangers briefly told,
An unremaining glory
Of things that soon are old.
O Thou Who cannot slumber,
Whose light grows never pale,
Teach us aright to number
Our years before they fail;
And may we find and know Thee,
Thy kindness and Thy ways;
And Thou our Guide and Friend be,
The Lord of all our days.
Lord, crown our faith’s endeavour,
With glory and with grace,
Till, clothed in light for ever,
We see Thee face to face;
A joy no language measures,
A fountain brimming o’er,
An endless flow of pleasures
In Christ for evermore.