1 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. 2 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. 3 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.