Holy Rest.

ANOTHER six days' work is done, Another Sabbath is begun; Return my soul, enjoy thy rest, Improve the day thy God hath blest.

Oh, 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.

In holy duties, let the day, In sacred pleasures pass away; How sweet a Sabbath thus to spend, In hope of one that ne er shall end!