Lord of the Sabbath and its light,
I
hail Thy hallowed day of rest;
It
is my weary soul’s delight,
The
solace of my care worn breast,
The
solace of my care worn breast.
2
O
sacred day of peace and joy,
Thy
hours are ever dear to me;
Ne’er
may a sinful thought destroy
The
holy calm I find in thee,
The
holy calm I find in thee.
3
How
sweetly now they glide along!
How
hallowed is the calm they yield!
Transporting
is their rapturous song,
And
heavenly visions seem revealed,
And
heavenly visions seem revealed.
4
O
Jesus, let me ever hail
Thy
presence with the day of rest;
Then
will Thy servant never fail
To
deem Thy Sabbath doubly blest,
To
deem Thy Sabbath doubly blest.