Holy Sab­bath, hap­py morn­ing,
Joyfully the bells we hear;
Sweetly call­ing, gent­ly call­ing
Us to praise and pray­er.
Sweetly sound­ing thro’ each street, and
Floating on the qui­et air,
Comes the dear fa­mil­iar greet­ing,
Calling us to pray­er.

Holy Sab­bath, glad young voic­es
Welcome you with joy­ous song,
While the agèd heart re­joic­es
With the youth­ful throng.
May the light of this blest morn­ing
Every youth­ful heart il­lume,
With a cheer­ful sac­red pre­sence
That shall ban­ish gloom.

Basking in the ho­ly ra­di­ance
Of this bless­èd Sab­bath morn,
May the bless­èd an­gels keep us,
Till an­oth­er dawn;
And when earth’s best, pur­est love-light
Fadeth from our sight away,
May our ris­en Sav­ior take us
To His end­less day.