Hail, Thou Bright and Sacred Morn

Hail, thou bright and sacred morn,
Ris'n with gladness in thy beams!
Light, which not of earth is born,
From thy dawn in glory streams;
Airs of heav'n are breathed around,
And each place is holy ground.

Sad and weary were our way,
Fainting oft beneath our load,
But for thee, thou blessed day,
Resting place on life's rough road;
Here flow forth the streams of grace;
Strengthened hence we run our race.

Great Creator, Who this day
From Thy perfect work didst rest,
By the souls that own Thy sway
Hallowed be its hours and blest;
Cares of earth aside be thrown,
This day give to heav'n alone.

Savior, Who this day didst break
The dark prison of the tomb,
Bid my slumbering soul awake;
Shine through all its sin and gloom;
Let me, from my bonds set free,
Rise from sin, and live to Thee.

Blessed Spirit, Comforter,
Sent this day from Christ on high;
Lord, on me Thy gifts confer,
Cleanse, illumine, sanctify:
All Thine influence shed abroad;
Let me to the truth of God.

MIDI sequence copyright © 2003 Brian M. Ames.