Come, let us join with one accord

In hymns around the throne;

This is the day our risen Lord

Hath made and called his own.

2 This is the day which God has blessed,

The brightest of the seven,

Type of the everlasting rest

The saints enjoy in heaven.

3 Then let us in his name sing on,

And hasten on that day,

When our Redeemer shall come down,

And shadows pass away.

4 Not one, but all our days below,

Our hearts his praise employ;

And in our Lord rejoicing go

To his eternal joy.

This is the day the Lord hath made,

He calls the hours his own;

Let heaven rejoice, let earth be glad,

And praise surround the throne.

2 To-day he rose and left the dead,

And Satan’s empire fell;

To-day the saints his triumphs spread,

And all his wonders tell.

3 Hosanna to th’ anointed King,

To David’s holy Son;

Help us, O Lord—descend and bring

Salvation from thy throne.

4 Blessed be the Lord who comes to men

With messages of grace;

Who comes in God his Father’s name

To save our sinful race.

O Father! though the anxious fear

May cloud to-morrow’s way,

No fear nor doubt shall enter here;

All shall be thine to-day.

2 We will not bring divided hearts

To worship at thy shrine;

But each unworthy thought departs,

And leaves this temple thine.

3 Sleep, sleep to-day, tormenting cares,

Of earth and folly born;

Ye shall not dim the light that streams

From this celestial morn.

This is the day the first ripe sheaf

Before the Lord was waved,

And Christ, first-fruits of them that slept,

Was from the dead received.

2 He rose for them for whom he died,

That, like to him, they may

Rise when he comes, in glory great,

That ne’er shall fade away.

3 This is the day the Spirit came

With us on earth to stay—

A Comforter, to fill our hearts

With joys that ne’er decay.

4 His comforts are the earnest sure

Of that same heavenly rest

Which Jesus entered on, when he

Was made for ever blest.

The Saviour risen to-day we praise,

In concert with the blest;

For now we see his work complete,

And enter into rest.

2 On this first day a brighter scene

Of glory was displayed

By the Creating Word, than when

The universe was made.

3 He rises who mankind has bought

With grief and pain extreme:

’Twas great to speak the world from nought,

’Twas greater to redeem.

4 How vain the stone, the watch, the seal!

Nought can forbid his rise:

’Tis he who shuts the gates of hell,

And opens Paradise.

The the worn spirit wants repose,

And sighs her God to seek,

How sweet to hail the evening’s close,

That ends the weary week!

2 How sweet to hail the early dawn

That opens on the sight,

When first that soul-reviving morn

Sheds forth new rays of light!

3 Sweet day! thine hours too soon will cease;

Yet while they gently roll,

Breathe, gracious Lord, thou source of peace,

A Sabbath o’er my soul!

This is the glorious day,

That our Redeemer made;

Let us rejoice, and sing, and pray,

Let all the church be glad.

2 The work, O Lord, is thine,

And wondrous in our eyes;

This day declares it all divine,

This day did Jesus rise.

3 Hosanna to the King,

Of David’s royal blood;

Bless him, you saints, he comes to bring

Salvation from your God.

4 We bless thy Holy Word,

Which all this grace displays,

And offer on thine altar, Lord,

Our sacrifice of praise.

Sweet is the task, O Lord,

Thy glorious acts to sing,

To praise thy name, and hear thy word,

And grateful offerings bring.

2 Sweet, at the dawning hour,

Thy boundless love to tell;

And when the night-wind shuts the flower,

Still on the theme to dwell.

3 Sweet, on this day of rest,

To join in heart and voice

With those who love and serve thee best,

And in thy name rejoice.

Welcome, sweet day of rest,

That saw the Lord arise;

Welcome to this reviving breast,

And these rejoicing eyes.

2 The King himself comes near,

And feasts his saints to-day:

Here may we sit and see him here,

And love, and praise, and pray.

3 One day, amid the place

Where Christ my Lord, hath been,

Is sweeter than ten thousand days

Within the tents of sin.

4 My willing soul would stay

In such a frame as this,

And sit and sing herself away

To everlasting bliss.

How pleased and blessed was I,

To hear the people cry—

“Come, let us seek our God to-day!”

Yes, with a cheerful zeal,

We haste to Zion’s hill,

And there our vows and honors pay.

2 Zion! thrice happy place,

Adorned with wondrous grace

And walls of strength embrace thee round;

In thee our tribes appear,

To pray, and praise, and hear

The sacred gospel’s joyful sound.

Hail the day that saw him rise,

Ravished from his people’s eyes;

Christ, awhile to mortals given,

Re-ascends his native heaven.

There the glorious triumph waits—

“Lift your heads, you heavenly gates;

Wide unfold the radiant scene,

Take the King of glory in.”

2 He, whom highest heaven receives,

Ever loves the friends he leaves;

Though returning to his throne,

Still he calls his saints his own;

Still for us he intercedes,

Prevalent his death he pleads;

Near himself prepares a place,

Harbinger of human race.

3 Taken from our eyes to-day,

Master, hear us when we pray;

See thy needy servants, see,

Ever gazing up to thee:

Grant, though parted from our sight,

Far above yon azure hight,

Grant our hearts may thither rise,

Follow thee beyond the skies.

4 Ever upward let us move,

Wafted on the wings of love;

Looking when the Lord shall come,

Longing, reaching after home;

Safely through another week

God has brought us on our way;

Let us each a blessing seek,

Waiting in his courts to-day:

Day of all the week the best,

Emblem of eternal rest.

2 While we seek supplies of grace

Through the blest Redeemer’s name,

Show thy reconciling face,

Take away our sin and shame:

From our worldly care set free,

May we rest this day in thee.

3 Here we come thy name to praise,

Let us feel thy presence near;

May thy glory meet our eyes,

While we in thy house appear;

Here afford us, Lord, a taste

Of our everlasting rest.

4 May the gospel’s joyful sound

Conquer sinners—comfort saints:

Make the fruits of grace abound,

Bring relief to all complaints:

Thus let all our worship prove,

Till we join thy courts above.

5 Glory be to God on high—

God, whose glory fills the sky;

Glory to the Lamb be given—

Glory in the highest heaven:

Wisdom, riches, praise, and power,

Be to God for evermore.