ANOTHER Sabbath ended, Its peaceful hours all flown, We come to close its worship, O Lord, before Thy throne; We bless Thee for this earnest Of better rest above, This token of Thy kindness, This pledge of boundless love.
O Jesus, our dear Saviour, To Thee our songs we raise; Our hearts, by care untroubled, Uplift themselves in praise: For to God’s truce with labour More glory Thou hast given, And Sabbaths now are sweeter Since Christ the Lord has risen.
O Lord, again we bless Thee For such a day as this, So rich in ancient glories, So bright with hopes of bliss: O, may we reach Thy perfect, Thine endless, day of rest: Then lay our earth-worn spirits Upon our Father’s breast.
Thomas Vincent Tymms, 1842-1921