Welcome, Delightful Morn

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.

Now may the King descend,

And fill His throne of grace;

Thy scepter, Lord, extend,

While saints address Thy face;

Let sinners feel Thy quickening Word

And learn to know and fear the Lord.

Descend, O heavenly Dove,

Will all Thy quickening powers,

Disclose a Savior's love,

And bless these sacred hours:

Then shall my soul new life obtain,

Nor Lord's Days e'er be spent in vain.