Hail, Thou Bright and Sacred Morn

Hail

thou bright and sac­red morn

Ris’n with glad­ness in thy beams!

Light

which not of earth is born

From thy dawn in glo­ry streams;

Airs of Heav’n are breathed around

And each place is ho­ly ground.

Sad and wea­ry were our way

Fainting oft be­neath our load

But for thee

thou bless­èd day

Resting place on life’s rough road;

Here flow forth the streams of grace;

Strengthened hence we run our race.

Great Cre­at­or

who this day

From Thy per­fect work didst rest

By the souls that own Thy sway

Hallowed be its hours and blest;

Cares of earth aside be thrown

This day give to Heav’n alone.

Savior

who this day didst break

The dark pri­son of the tomb

Bid my slum­ber­ing soul awake;

Shine through all its sin and gloom;

Let me

from my bonds set free

Rise from sin

and live to Thee.

Blessèd Spir­it

Com­fort­er

Sent this day from Christ on high;

Lord

on me Thy gifts con­fer

Cleanse

il­lum­ine

sanc­ti­fy:

All Thine in­flu­ence shed abroad;

Let me to the truth of God.