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(65) The Lord's Day Morning.

When the worn spirit wants repose,

And sighs her God to seek,

How sweet to hail the evening's close

That ends the weary week!

2 How sweet to hail the early dawn

That opens on the sight,

When first that soul-reviving morn

Sheds forth new rays of light!

3 Sweet day! thine hours too soon will cease;

Yet, while they gently roll,

Breathe, heavenly Spirit, source of peace,

A Sabbath o'er my soul.

4 When will my pilgrimage be done,

The world's long week be o'er,

That Sabbath dawn which needs no sun,

That day which fades no more?

James Edmeston, 1820.