Praise God above—
It is the Sabbath-day.
THE BEST DAY
How sweet is the Sabbath, the morning of rest,
The day of the week which I surely love best;
The morning my Saviour arose from the tomb,
And took from the grave all its terror and gloom.
Instruct me, my Saviour, a child though I be,
I am not too young to be noticed by thee: