1 When the worn spirit wants repose,
And sighs her God to seek;
How sweet to hail the evening's close
That ends the weary week!
2 How sweet to hail the early dawn,
That opens on the sight
When first that soul-reviving morn
Sheds forth new rays of light!
3 Sweet day, thine hours too soon will cease;
Yet, while they gently roll,
Breathe, Heavenly Spirit, source of peace,
A Sabbath o'er my soul.
4 When will my pilgrimage be done,
The world's long week be o'er,
That Sabbath dawn which needs no sun,
That day which fades no more?
Source: The Voice of Praise: a collection of hymns for the use of the Methodist Church #541
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|The Baptist Hymnal: for use in the church and home #48||When the worn spirit wants repose||When the worn spirit wants repose||James Edmeston||2012|