235. Hail, peaceful morn, thy dawn I hail

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.

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.

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.

4 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.

Text Information
First Line: Hail, peaceful morn, thy dawn I hail
Author: Anon.
Publication Date: 1886
Topic: Worship: The Sabbath
Tune Information
Name: CHARDON
Composer: Lowell Mason
Meter: C.P.M.
Key: F Major or modal
Notes: Alternate tunes: #123 or 658.



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