Blest hour, when mortal man retires
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Blest hour, when mortal man retiresTo hold communion with his God,To send to heaven his warm desires,And listen to the sacred word.
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Blest hour, when earthly cares resignTheir empire o'er his anxious breast;While all around, the calm divineProclaims the holy day of rest.
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Blest hour, when God himself draws nigh,Well pleased his people's voice to hear,To hush the penitential sigh,And wipe away the mourner's tear.
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Blest hour! for, where the Lord resorts,Foretastes of future bliss are given;And mortals find his earthly courtsThe house of God, the gate of heaven.