Blessèd Day

Blessèd day

when pure de­vo­tions

Rise to God on wings of love;

When we catch the dist­ant mu­sic

Of the an­gel choirs above.

Blessèd day

when bells are call­ing

Weary souls from earth­ly care;

And we come with hearts up­lift­ed

To the ho­ly place of pray­er.

Blessèd day

so calm and rest­ful

Bringing joy and peace to all;

Linger yet in tran­quil beau­ty

Ere the shades of ev­en­ing fall.

Blessèd day

thy light is fad­ing

One by one its beams de­part;

May their calm and sweet re­flect­ion

Still abide in ev­ery heart.