’Tis the Fair Dawn of Heav’nly Day

’Tis the fair dawn of heav’n­ly day

To heav’n­ly bliss the shin­ing way;

When to His tem­ple God des­cends

And there con­vers­es with His friends.

At His right hand our Sav­ior stands

With gold­en cen­sers in His hands

To lift our ser­vic­es on high

Perfumed with His own frag­ran­cy.

These are the dear­est hours I know

The sweet­est joys of all be­low;

Here I would choose my first ab­ode

And dwell for ev­er near my God.

One gra­cious smile

my Lord

from Thee

One glimpse of what Thy glo­ries be

Will yield my soul more so­lid mirth

Than all the trif­ling joys of earth.

And were the world at my com­mand

For one dear hour at Thy right hand

The migh­ty in­ter­est I’d re­sign

And count th’ad­van­tage great­ly mine.