Delightful Morn

1Welcome, delightful morn,
Thou day of sacred rest;
I hail thy kind returns;
Lord make these moments blest.
From the low train of mortal toys I soar to reach immortal joys,
I soar to reach immortal joys.

2Now may the King descend,
And fill His throne of grace;
Thy scepter,
Lord, extend,
While saints address Thy face;
Let sinners feel Thy quick'ning word,
And learn to know and fear the Lord,
And learn to know and fear the Lord.

3Descend, celestial Dove,
With all Thy quick'ning pow'rs;
Disclose a Saviour's love,
And bless these sacred hours:
Then shall my soul new life obtain,
Nor Sabbathdays be passed in vain,
Nor Sabbathdays be passed in vain.