Another six day's work is done
Another six day's work is done,
Another Sabbath is begun;
Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest;
Improve the day thy God hath blessed.
Come, bless the Lord, whose love assigns
So sweet a rest to wearied minds;
Provides an antepast of Heaven,
And gives this day the food of seven.
O that our thoughts and thanks may rise,
As grateful incense, to the skies;
And draw from heaven that sweet repose
Which none, but he that feels it, knows.
This heavenly calm within the breast,
Is the dear pledge of glorious rest,
Which for the Church of God remains,
The end of cares, the end of pains.
With joy, great God, thy works we view,
In various scenes both old and new;
With praise, we think on mercies past,
With hope, we future pleasures taste.
In holy duties let the day
In holy pleasures, pass away:
How sweet a Sabbath thus to spend,
In hope of one that ne'er shall end!
First Line: Another six days work is done
Author: Joseph Stennett (1743)
Tune :Retreat by Thomas Hastings, 1842 (others used)