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382 – 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, “Holy, 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.