1 Welcome, welcome, quiet morning,
Welcome is this holy day;
Now the Sabbath morn returning,
Says a week has passed away.
Let me think how time is passing,
Soon the longest life departs;
Nothing human is abiding,
Save the love of humble hearts.
2 Love to God, and to our neighbor,
Makes our purest happiness;
Vain the wish, the care, the labor,
Earth’s poor trifles to possess.
Swift my life’s vain dreams are passing,
Like the startled dove they fly;
Or the clouds each other chasing,
Over yonder quiet sky.
3 Father, now one prayer I raise Thee;
Give a humble, grateful heart;
Never let me cease to praise Thee,
Never from Thy fear depart.
Then, when years have gathered o’er me,
And the world is sunk in shade,
Heaven’s bright realm will rise before me;
There my treasure will be laid.
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #13017