Hail, peaceful morn, thy dawn I hail

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

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

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

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