463 ~ O Day of Rest and Gladness
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O day of rest and gladness, O day of joy and light, O balm of care and sadness, Most beautiful, most bright; On thee, the high and lowly, Who bend before throne, Sing, oly, holy, holy, To the Eternal One.
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Thou art a port protected From storms that round us rise; A garden intersected With streams of Paradise; Thou art a cooling fountain In life's dry, dreary sand; From thee, like Pisgah's mountain, We view our promised land.
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A day of sweet reflection, Thou art a day of love, A day to raise affection From earth to things above. New graces ever gaining From this our day of rest, We reach the rest remaining In mansions of the blessed.