1.Welcome, delightful morning,Thou day of sacred rest;I hail thy kind return;Lord, make these moments blest.From the low train of mortal toysI soar to reach immortal joys,I sour to reach immortal joys.2.Now may the King descend,And fill his throne of grace;Thy scepter, Lord, extend,While saints address thy face;Let sinners feel thy quick'ning word,And learn to know and fear the Lord.3.Descend, celestial Dove,With all thy quick'ning pow'rs;Disclose a Saviour's love,And bless these sacred hours;Then shall my soul new life obtain,Nor Sabbath-days be passed in vain.