1 Blest are the moments, doubly blest,
That, drawn from this one hour of rest,
Are with a ready heart bestowed
Upon the service of our God!
2 Each field is then a hallowed spot,
An altar is in each man's cot,
A church in every grove that spreads
Its living roof above our heads. A-men.
3 Look up to heaven! the industrious sun
Already half his race hath run;
He cannot halt or go astray,
But our immortal spirits may.
4 Lord, since his rising in the east,
If we have faltered or transgressed,
Guide, from thy love's abundant source,
What yet remains of this day's course;
5 Help with thy grace through life's short day
Our upward and our downward way,
And glorify for us the west,
When we shall sink to final rest.
Blest are the moments, doubly blest, No. 263 in The English Hymnal, 1906, is taken from W. Wordsworth's "Labourer's Noon-day Hymn,” which appeared in his Yarrow Revisited, 1835, p. 178, and Poetical Works, 1837, as "Up to the throne of God is borne"; see p. 1294, ii. [Rev. James Mearns, M.A.]
--John Julian, Dictionary of Hymnology, New Supplement (1907)