1 Welcome, delightful morn,
Thou day of sacred rest!
I hail thy kind return,
Lord, make these moments blest;
From the low train of mortal toys
I soar to reach immortal joys,
I soar to reach immortal joys.
2 Now may the King descend,
And fill his throne of grace;
Thy scepter, Lord, extend,
While saints address thy face;
Let sinners feel thy quick'ning Word,
And learn to know and fear the Lord,
And learn to know and fear the Lord.
3 Descend, celestial Dove,
Will all thy quick'ning pow'rs;
Disclose a Saviour's love,
And bless these sacred hours;
Then shall my soul new life obtain,
Nor Sabbaths e'er be spent in vain,
Nor Sabbaths e'er be spent in vain.