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This Is the Day of Rest
Verse 1
This is the day of rest;
Our failing strength renew;
On weary brain and troubled breast
Shed Thou Thy freshening dew.
Our failing strength renew;
On weary brain and troubled breast
Shed Thou Thy freshening dew.
Verse 2
This is the day of peace;
Thy peace our spirits fill;
Bid Thou the blasts of discord cease,
The waves of strife be still.
Thy peace our spirits fill;
Bid Thou the blasts of discord cease,
The waves of strife be still.
Verse 3
This is the day of prayer;
Let earth to heaven draw near;
Lift up our hearts to seek Thee there;
Come down to meet us here.
Let earth to heaven draw near;
Lift up our hearts to seek Thee there;
Come down to meet us here.
Verse 4
This is the best of days;
Send forth Thy quickening breath,
And wake dead souls to love and praise,
O Vanquisher of death!
Send forth Thy quickening breath,
And wake dead souls to love and praise,
O Vanquisher of death!
A Sabbath hymn emphasizing the sanctity and rest of the seventh day.