Blest day of God, most calm, most bright,
The first, the best of days;
The la­bor­er’s rest, the saint’s de­light,
The day of pray­er and praise.

My Sav­ior’s face made thee to shine;
His ris­ing thee did raise;
And made thee hea­ven­ly and di­vine
Beyond all oth­er days.

The first-fruits oft a bless­ing prove
To all the sheaves be­hind;
And they the day of Christ who love,
A hap­py week shall find.

This day I must with God ap­pear;
For, Lord, the day is Thine;
Help me to spend it in Thy fear,
And thus to make it mine.