1
Another six day's work is done,
Another Sabbath is begun;
Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest;
Improve the day thy God hath blessed.
2
Come, bless the Lord, whose love assigns
So sweet a rest to wearied minds;
Provides an antepast of Heaven,
And gives this day the food of seven.
3
O that our thoughts and thanks may rise,
As grateful incense, to the skies;
And draw from heaven that sweet repose
Which none, but he that feels it, knows.
4
This heavenly calm within the breast,
Is the dear pledge of glorious rest,
Which for the Church of God remains,
The end of cares, the end of pains.
5
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.
6
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!
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First Line: Another six days work is done
Author: Joseph Stennett (1743)
Meter: 8.8.8.8
Language: English
Tune: Retreat by Thomas Hastings, 1842 (others used)
Another six day's work is done