#116SABBATH HYMNS

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HAIL, peaceful morn, thy dawn I hail, How do thy hours my mind regale With feasts of heavenly joy; Nor can I half thy blessings name, Which kindle in my soul a flame, And all my powers employ.
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How shall I best improve thy hours? Lord on me shed in copious showers Thy Spirit, and thy grace; That when thy sacred courts I tread, My soul may eat the heavenly bread, And sing Jehovah's praise.
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Thou hallow'd season of repose, Thou balm to soothe the throbbing woes, Of this care-stricken breast; Thy sacred hours I'll ever greet, And with the faithful will I meet, To taste thy holy rest.

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