Hail, Thou Bright and Sacred Morn

1Hail, thou bright and sacred morn,
Risen with gladness in thy beams!
Light, which not of earth is born,
From thy dawn in glory streams;
Airs of heaven are breathed around,
And each place is holy ground.
Airs of heaven are breathed around,
And each place is holy ground.

2Great Creator! who this day From thy perfect work didst rest;
By the souls that own thy sway,
Hallowed be its hours and blest;
Cares of earth aside be thrown,
This day given to God alone!
Cares of earth aside be thrown,
This day given to God alone!