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(Sunday)
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, | 5 |
| Through ages join’d in tune, | |
| Sing, Holy, Holy, Holy, | |
| To the great God Triune. | |
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| On thee, at the Creation, | |
| The Light first had its birth; | 10 |
| On thee, for our salvation, | |
| Christ rose from depths of earth; | |
| On thee, our Lord victorious | |
| The Spirit sent from Heaven; | |
| And thus on thee most glorious | 15 |
| A triple Light was given. | |
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| Thou art a port protected | |
| From storms that round us rise; | |
| A garden intersected | |
| With streams of Paradise; | 20 |
| 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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| Thou art a holy ladder, | 25 |
| Where Angels go and come; | |
| Each Sunday finds us gladder, | |
| Nearer to Heaven, our home; | |
| A day of sweet refection, | |
| A day thou art of love; | 30 |
| A day of Resurrection | |
| From earth to things above. | |
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| To-day on weary nations | |
| The heavenly Manna falls; | |
| To holy convocations | 35 |
| The silver trumpet calls, | |
| Where Gospel-light is glowing | |
| With pure and radiant beams; | |
| And living water flowing | |
| With soul-refreshing streams. | 40 |
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| New graces ever gaining | |
| From this our day of rest, | |
| We reach the Rest remaining | |
| To spirits of the blest; | |
| To Holy Ghost be praises, | 45 |
| To Father and to Son; | |
| The Church her voice upraises | |
| To Thee, blest Three in One. | |
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