On this Thy day, in this Thy house;
And own, as grateful sacrifice,
The songs which from Thy churches rise.
2 Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love;
But there’s a nobler rest above;
To that our longing souls aspire,
With earnest hope and strong desire.
3 No more fatigue, no more distress;
Nor sin nor death shall reach the place;
No groans to mingle with the songs