Hymn 129 - The Blessed Sabbath Day

Gathered here, our workweek’s done,

Praise the Lord, the Sabbath’s come.

All our cares You sweep away,

Grant Your word on this high day,

Grant Your word on this high day.

We are weak but You are strong,

All our cares to You belong.

Lord, on Thee our souls depend,

May Your manna now descend,

May Your manna now descend.

Oh that love and thanks might rise

On prayer’s incense to the skies,

Fill our hearts with sweet repose,

With Your love our lives enclose,

With Your love our lives enclose.

Let us now come work for Thee

That the world Your light may see

What great peace to us is given,

Then one day a home in heaven,

Then one day a home in heav'n.