Lord of the Sabbath and Its Light

Lord of the Sab­bath and its light

I hail Thy hal­lowed day of rest;

It is my wea­ry soul’s de­light

The so­lace of my care­worn breast

The so­lace of my care­worn breast.

O sac­red day of peace and joy

Thy hours are ev­er dear to me;

Ne’er may a sin­ful thought de­stroy

The ho­ly calm I find in thee

The ho­ly calm I find in thee.

How sweet­ly now they glide along!

How hal­lowed is the calm they yield!

Transporting is their rap­tur­ous song

And heav’n­ly vi­sions seem re­vealed

And heav’n­ly vi­sions seem re­vealed.

O Je­sus

let me ev­er hail

Thy pre­sence with the day of rest;

Then will Thy serv­ant nev­er fail

To deem Thy Sab­bath doub­ly blest

To deem Thy Sabbath doub­ly blest.