Another six day’s work is done,
Another Sabbath is begun;
Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest,
Improve the day that God hath blest.
O that our thoughts and thanks may rise,
As grateful incense, to the skies,
And draw from heav’n that sweet repose
Which none but he that fells it knows!
A heav’nly calm pervades the breast,
The earnest of that glorious rest
Which for the church of God remains,
The end of cares, the end of pains.