1
Gently raise the sacred strain,
For the Sabbath ’s come again,
That man may rest,
And return his thanks to God,
For his blessings to the blest.
2
Holy day, devoid of strife,
For to seek eternal life,
That great reward,
And partake the sacrament,
In remembrance of the Lord.
3
Sweetly swell the solemn sound,
While we bring our gifts around,
Of broken hearts,
As a willing sacrifice,
Showing what his grace imparts.
4
Happy type of things to come,
When the Saints are gather’d home,
To praise the Lord,
In eternity of bliss,
All as one with one accord.
5
Holy, holy is the Lord,
Precious, precious is his word,
Repent and live;
Though your sins are crimson red,
O repent and he’ll forgive.
6
Softly sing the joyful lay
For the Saints to fast and pray,
As God ordains,
For his goodness and his love
While the Sabbath day remains.