greet my love with wine and gladsome lay; br Welcome, thrice welcome, joyous Seventh Day! br br Six slaves the weekdays are; I share br With them a round of toil and care, br Yet light the burdens seem, I bear br For your sweet sake, Sabbath, my love! br br On the First-day to the accustomed task br I go content, nor reward ask, br Save in your smile, at length, to bask -- br Day blessed of God, Sabbath, my love! br br Is the Second-day dull, the Third-day unbright? br Hide sun and stars from the Fourth-day's sight? br What need I care, who have your light, br Orb of my life, Sabbath, my love! br br The Fifth-day, joyful tidings ring: br "The morrow shall your freedom bring!" br At dawn a slave, at eve a king -- br God's table waits, Sabbath, my love! br br On the Sixth-day does my cup overflow, br What blissful rest the night shall know, br When, in your arms, my toil and woe br Are all forgotten, Sabbath, my love! br br Now it's dusk.