Welcome, de­light­ful morn,
Thou day of sac­red rest!
I hail thy kind re­turn;
Lord, make these mo­ments blest;
From the low train of mor­tal toys,
I soar to reach im­mor­tal joys,
I soar to reach im­mor­tal joys.

Now may the King des­cend,
And fill His throne with grace;
Thy scep­ter, Lord, ex­tend,
While saints ad­dress Thy face:
Let sin­ners feel Thy quick­en­ing Word,
And learn to know and fear the Lord,
And learn to know and fear the Lord.

Descend, ce­les­ti­al Dove,
With all Thy quick­en­ing pow­ers;
Disclose a Sav­ior’s love,
And bless the sac­red hours:
Then shall my soul new life obtain,
Nor Sab­baths be enjoyed in vain,
Nor Sab­baths be en­joyed in vain.