Hail, thou bright and sacred morn

Verse 1

Hail, thou bright and sacred morn, Risen with gladness in thy beams! Light, which not of earth is born, From thy dawn in glory streams; Airs of heaven are breathed around, And each place is holy ground.

Verse 2

Sad and weary were our way, Fainting oft beneath our load, But for thee, thou blessèd day, Resting-place of life's rough road: Here flow forth the streams of grace; Strengthened hence we run our race.

Verse 3

Great Creator, who this day From Thy perfect work didst rest, By the souls that own Thy sway Hallowed be its hours blest; Cares of earth aside be thrown, This day given to heaven alone.

Verse 4

Saviour, 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.

Verse 5

Blessèd Spirit, Comforter, Sent this day from Christ on high; Lord, on me Thy gifts confer, Cleanse, illumine, sanctify: All Thine influence shed abroad; Lead me to the truth of God.

Verse 6

Amen.