1 This is the day of sacred rest,
Which God hath sanctified and blessed,
When throned in majesty he stood,
And viewed his works, and called them good.

2 The heavenly host their harps employ,
The sons of God gave shouts of joy;
Through heaven and earth his praises rang,
The morning stars together sang.

3 Come, then, ye weary souls oppressed
Come and enjoy this holy rest;
Let humble songs like incense rise,
And prayer and praise ascend the skies.