Hail, peaceful morn, thy dawning I hail

Verse 1

Hail, peaceful morn, thy dawn I hail;
How do thy hours my mind regale
With feasts of heavenly joy!
Nor can I half thy blessings name,
Which kindle in my soul a flame,
And all my powers employ.

Verse 1

Hail, peaceful morn, thy dawning I hail;
How do thy hours my mind regale
With floods of heavenly joy!
Nor can I hail thy blessings now,
Which kindle in my soul a flame,
And all my powers employ.

Verse 2

How shall I best improve thy hours?
Lord, on me shed in copious showers,
Thy Spirit and thy grace;
That when thy sacred courts I tread,
My soul may eat the heavenly bread,
And sing Jehovah's praise.

Verse 2

How shall I best improve thy hours?
Lord, on me shed thy gracious showers,
Thy Spirit and thy grace;
That when thy sacred courts I tread,
My soul may eat the heavenly bread,
And sing triumphant praise.

Verse 3

Thou hallow'd season of repose,
Thou balm to soothe the throbbing woes
Of this care-stricken breast;
Thy sacred hours I'll ever greet,
And with the faithful will I meet,
To taste thy holy rest.

Verse 3

Thou hallowed season of repose,
Thou balm to soothe the throbbing woes
Of this care-stricken breast;
Thy sacred hours I'll ever greet,
And with the faithful will I meet,
To taste thy holy rest.

Verse 4

Then to my chamber I'll repair,
With awe to talk with God in pray'r,
And all my griefs to tell;
His kind compassion will relieve,
His bounteous hand will mercies give,
And with the contrite dwell.

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Verse 5

Thus may the Sabbath pass away,
My best, my holiest, happiest day,
The sweetest of the seven;
But yet a rest for saints remains,
A Sabbath free from ills and pains,
Eternal, and in heaven.

Verse 4

Thus may the Sabbath pass away,
My best, my highest, happiest day,
The sweetest of the seven;
But yet a rest for some remains,
The Sabbath free from ills and pains,
Eternal, and in heaven.