#363WELCOME, DELIGHTFUL MORN!

Words: Hayward
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Wel-come, de-light-ful morn! Thou day of sa-cred rest! I hail thy mild re-turn; Lord, make these mo-ments blest; From the low train of mor-tal toys I soar to reach im-mor-tal joys.
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Now may the King de-scend, And fill his throne of grace; Thy scepter, Lord, ex-tend, While saints ad-dress thy face; Let sin-ners feel thy quick-'ning word, And learn to know and fear the Lord.
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De-scend, ce-les-tial Dove, With all thy quick-'ning pow'rs; Dis-close a Sav-ior's love, And bless the sa-cred hours; Then shall my soul new life ob-tain, Nor Sab-bath hopes be formed in vain.

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