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Morning of the Sabbath day

Morning of the Sabbath day

Author: James Montgomery
Published in 2 hymnals

Representative Text

Morning of the Sabbath day,
O thou sweetest hour of prime!
Dart a retrospective ray
O'er the eastern hills of time;
Daybreak let my spirit see
At the foot of Calvary.

Joseph's sepulchre is nigh;
Here the seal upon the stone,
There the sentinel, with eye,
Star-like, fix'd on that alone;
All around is calm and clear,
Life and death keep Sabbath here.

Bright and brighter, beam on beam,
Now, like first created light,
From the rock-cleft, gleam by gleam,
Shoots athwart the waning night,
Till the splendour grows intense,
Overpowering mortal sense.

Glory turns with me to gloom,
Sight, pulsation, thought depart,
And the stone that closed the tomb
Seems to lie upon my heart;
With that shock the vision flies;
Christ is risen;--and I may rise:--

Rise, like Him, as, from this trance,
When the trumpet calls the just
To the Saints' inheritance,
From their dwellings in the dust:
By thy resurrection's power,
Jesus, save me in that hour.

Sabbath morning, hail to thee;
O thou sweetest hour of prime!
From the foot of Calvary,
Now to Zion's top I climb,
There my risen Lord to meet,
In his temple, at his feet.

Sacred Poems and Hymns

Author: James Montgomery

Montgomery, James, son of John Montgomery, a Moravian minister, was born at Irvine, Ayrshire, Nov. 4, 1771. In 1776 he removed with his parents to the Moravian Settlement at Gracehill, near Ballymena, county of Antrim. Two years after he was sent to the Fulneck Seminary, Yorkshire. He left Fulneck in 1787, and entered a retail shop at Mirfield, near Wakefield. Soon tiring of that he entered upon a similar situation at Wath, near Rotherham, only to find it quite as unsuitable to his taste as the former. A journey to London, with the hope of finding a publisher for his youthful poems ended in failure; and in 1792 he was glad to leave Wath for Shefield to join Mr. Gales, an auctioneer, bookseller, and printer of the Sheffield Register newspap… Go to person page >

Text Information

First Line: Morning of the Sabbath day
Author: James Montgomery
Language: English



Instances (1 - 2 of 2)

Resurgit #d88


Sacred Poems and Hymns #128

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