The Day of Rest Once More Comes Round

The day of rest once more comes round

A day to all be­liev­ers dear:

The sil­ver trum­pets seem to sound

That call the tribes of Is­ra­el near;

Ye peo­ple all

obey the call

And in Je­ho­vah’s courts ap­pear.

Obedient to Thy sum­mons

Lord

We to Thy sanc­tu­ary come;

Thy gra­cious pre­sence here af­ford

And send Thy peo­ple joy­ful home;

Of Thee our king O may we sing;

And none with such a theme be dumb!

O hast­en

Lord

the day when those

Who know Thee here shall see Thy face;

When suf­fer­ing shall for ev­er close

And they shall reach their des­tined place;

Then shall they shall rest

su­preme­ly blest

Eternal debt­ors to Thy grace.