382. O Day of Rest and Gladness

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 the throne, Sing, holy, holy, holy, To the Eternal One. 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. 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 seek the rest remaining In mansions of the blest.