Fugitive Poetry. 1600–1878/Hymn for Saturday Evening

Hymn for Saturday Evening.

Another week has passed away,  Another Sabbath now draws near;Lord, with Thy blessing crown the day,  Which all thy children hold so dear!

Delivered from its weekly load,  How light the happy spirit springs,And soars to Thy divine abode  With peace and freedom on its wings.

Now 'tis our privilege to find A short release from all our care;To leave the world's pursuits behind, And breathe a more celestial air.

O Lord, those earthly thoughts destroy, Which cling too fondly to our breast;Through grace prepare us to enjoy The coming hours of hallowed rest.

And when Thy word shall set us free From every burden that we bear,Oh! may we rise to rest with Thee, And hail a brighter Sabbath there.