Again re­turns the day of ho­ly rest
Which, when He made the world, Je­ho­vah blessed;
When, like His own, He bade our la­bors cease,
And all be pi­ety, and all be peace.

Let us de­vote this con­se­crat­ed day
To learn His will, and all we learn ob­ey;
So shall He hear, when fer­vent­ly we raise
Our sup­pli­ca­tions and our songs of praise.

Father in Hea­ven, in whom our hopes con­fide,
Whose pow­er de­fends us, and whose pre­cepts guide,
In life our guard­ian, and in death our friend,
Glory su­preme be Thine till time shall end.