Holy, Holy, Sabbath, Thou Art our resting day; We ought to make up one day, The Sabbath of our God; If other day is mournful, Remove our tears O! Lord; Thou art a joyful day to us, We long to see thy face.
Holy, Holy, Sabbath, No work for us today; We shall forsake all our works To follow up thy grace, So lovely as thou art to us, Thou most beau-tiful day; All other days are toilsome, A restful day thou art.
Holy, Holy, Sabbath, The tinking bell repeats, Give to thy maker one day, To us six days hath given; Remember ye the Sabbath, To Church ye all must go, Yourself, your friends and people, Must go to house of prayer.
Holy, Holy, Sabbath, I love to see thy gate; A sign of heaven I know thou art, The home of Saints above: O! Lord make me a Heir to Thy throne at end of life; To worship Thee forever, With all Thy Saints above. Amen.