Hail, happy day! thou day of holy rest

1Hail, happy day! thou day of holy rest;
What heavenly peace doth transport fill
our breast
When Christ, the Lord of grace, in love
descends,
And kindly holds communion with his
friends!

2Let earth and all its vanities be gone,
Move from my sight, and leave my soul
alone;
In flattering, fading glories I despise,
And to immortal beauties turn my eyes.

3Fair would I mount, and penetrate the
skies,
And on my Saviour's glories fix my eyes;