Hymn XVIII. Long Metre. The Sabbath

Another six days work is done! Another Sabbath is begun! Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest, Inprove the day that God has bless'd

Come, praise the Lord, whose love assigns So sweet a rest to weary minds; Provides an antepast of heaven, And gives this day the food of seven.

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 who feels it knows.

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.

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.

In holy duties let the day, In holy pleasures pass away; The Sabbath thus we love to spend, In hope of one which ne'er shall end.