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

2 Come, bless the Lord, whose love assigns
So sweet a rest to wearied minds;
Provides an antepast of heav'n,
And gives this day the food of sev'n.

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

4 With joy, great God! thy works we view,
In various scenes both old and new;
With praise, we think on mercies past,
With hope, we future pleasures taste.

5 In holy duties let the day
In holy pleasures, pass away:
How sweet, a sabbath thus to spend,
In hope of one that ne'er shall end!