WELCOME, DELIGHTFUL MORN!

1Wel-come, de-light-ful morn! Thou day of sa-cred rest!
I hail thy mild re-turn; Lord, make these mo-ments blest;
From the low train of mor-tal toys I soar to reach im-mor-tal joys.

2Now may the King de-scend, And fill his throne of grace;
Thy scepter, Lord, ex-tend, While saints ad-dress thy face;
Let sin-ners feel thy quick-'ning word, And learn to know and fear the Lord.

3De-scend, ce-les-tial Dove, With all thy quick-'ning pow'rs;
Dis-close a Sav-ior's love, And bless the sa-cred hours;
Then shall my soul new life ob-tain, Nor Sab-bath hopes be formed in vain.