Christian Worship The Lord’s Day.
When the worn spirit wants repose,
And sighs her God to seek,
How sweet to hail the evening’s close
That ends the weary week!
How sweet to hail the early dawn
That opens on the sight,
When first that soul-reviving morn
Beams its new rays of light!
Blest day! thine hours too soon will cease
Yet, while they gently roll,
Breathe, Heavenly Spirit, source of peace,
A sabbath o’er my soul!