Lord of the Sab­bath and its light,
I hail Thy hal­lowed day of rest;
It is my wea­ry soul’s de­light,
The so­lace of my care­worn breast,
The so­lace of my care­worn breast.

O sac­red day of peace and joy,
Thy hours are ev­er dear to me;
Ne’er may a sin­ful thought de­stroy
The ho­ly calm I find in thee,
The ho­ly calm I find in thee.

How sweet­ly now they glide along!
How hal­lowed is the calm they yield!
Transporting is their rap­tur­ous song,
And heav’n­ly vi­sions seem re­vealed,
And heav’n­ly vi­sions seem re­vealed.

O Je­sus, let me ev­er hail
Thy pre­sence with the day of rest;
Then will Thy ser­vant ne­ver fail,
To deem Thy Sab­bath doub­ly blest,
To deem Thy Sabbath doub­ly blest.