Another six day's work is done, Another Sabbath is begun; Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest, Improve the day that God hath blest. O that our thoughts and thanks may rise, As grateful incense, to the skies, And draw from heav'n that sweet repose Which none but he that fells it knows! A heav'nly calm pervades the breast, The earnest of that glorious rest Which for the church of God remains, The end of cares, the end of pains.