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And now, 'mid myriad worlds enthroned,
whilst stars in adoration stood,
God saw the earth's foundation laid,
the heavens in radiant robes arrayed,
the countless hosts his Word had made,
and all he saw was good.
Six days had gone; then calmly woke
the seventh, in newborn beauty dressed;
for all he thought to do was done,
well ended what was well begun,
and with the now uprising sun
uprose the day of rest.
Rest! hallowed rest! for God himself,
though needing not, yet rested now;
rest! hallowed rest! for so he wills,
both man and beast with joyaunce fills,
the cattle on a thousand hills,
as all before him bow.
Then praises to our heavenly King,
who in his own transcendent love
was laid to rest within the grave
this day, a fallen race to save,
that they, though lost, through him might have
eternal rest above.
And myriad tongues henceforth shall tell,
from sea to sea and shore to shore,
the wonders wrought by Father, Son,
and Holy Spirit, Three in One,
from dawn of day to set of sun,
then, now, and evermore.