| Lyrics |
1 How sweet the Sabbath morning
Is breaking from above;
It fills the soul with gladness,
And tells of peace and love;
Its beams so pure and holy,
In quiet beauty fall;
It smiles for Him who made it
The brightest day of all.
2 Another week is ended,
And still we live to share
A Father's kind protection,
A Saviour's gentle care;
A week of countless blessing,
Our grateful hearts recall;
But God has made the Sabbath
The brightest day of all.
3 Oh, let us then adore Him
Whose mercy crowns our days;
The source of all our comfort,
He claims our highest praise;
The God who feeds the raven,
And marks the sparrow's fall,
For us has made the Sabbath
The brightest day of all. |