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7s & 6s.
The first day of the week.
Wordsworth.
O day of rest and gladness, O day of joy and light, O balm of care and sadness, Most beautiful, most bright, On thee, the high and lowly, Bending before the throne, Sing holy, holy, holy, To God the holy One. | 2 On thee, at the creation, The light first had its birth; On thee for our salvation Christ rose from depths of earth; 381 On thee our Lord victorious, The Spirit sent from heaven, And thus on thee most glorious, A triple light was given. | 3 Thou art a port protected From storms that round us rise; A garden intersected With streams of Paradise; Thou art a cooling fountain In life’s dry, dreary sand; From thee, like Pisgah’s mountain, We view our promised land. | |