Six days of la­bor now are past;
Thou rest­est, Ho­ly God;
And of Thy fin­ished work has said,
That all is ve­ry good.

Yet while the se­venth day is blessed,
Hallowed for rest di­vine,
Behold, a new cre­ation needs
That migh­ty pow­er of Thine.

Ten thou­sands voic­es praise Thy name
In earth and sea and sky;
One sin­ner by his sin has marred
The bliss­ful har­mo­ny.

O Lord, cre­ate man’s heart anew,
The heart of stone re­move:
Then hymns of praise again shall rise,
The fruits of ho­ly love.

O for the songs that Thou wilt bless,
Where heart and voice agree;
O for the pray­ers that plead aright
With Thy dread ma­jes­ty.

All praise to God, the Three in One,
Who high in glo­ry reigns;
Who by His Word hath all things made,
And by His Word sus­tains.