1. Hail, thou bright and sacred morn,
Risen with gladness in thy beams!
Light, which not of earth is born,
From thy dawn in glory streams;
Airs of heaven are breathed around,
And each place is holy ground.
2. Sad and weary were our way,
Fainting oft beneath our load,
But for thee, thou blessèd day,
Resting-place of life's rough road:
Here flow forth the streams of grace;
Strengthened hence we run our race.
3. Great Creator, who this day
From Thy perfect work didst rest,
By the souls that own Thy sway
Hallowed be its hours blest;
Cares of earth aside be thrown,
This day given to heaven alone.
4. Saviour, who this day didst break
the dark prison of the tomb,
Bid my slumbering soul awake:
Shine through all its sin and gloom:
Let me, from my bonds set free,
Rise from sin, and live to Thee.
5. Blessèd Spirit, Comforter,
Sent this day from Christ on high;
Lord, on me Thy gifts confer,
Cleanse, illumine, sanctify:
All Thine influence shed abroad;
Lead me to the truth of God.
The Hymnal: Published by the authority of the General Assembly of the Presbyterian Church in the U.S.A., 1895