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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 through ages joined in tune, sing "Holy, holy, holy" to the great God Triune.
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Today on weary nations the heav'nly manna falls; to holy convocations the silver trumpet calls, where gospel light is glowing with pure and radiant beams, and living water flowing with soul refreshing streams.
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New graces ever gaining from this our day of rest, we reach the rest remaining to spirits of the blest. To Holy Ghost be praises, to Father, and to Son; the church her voice upraises to thee, blest Three in One.