Hallelujah! Fairest morning,

Fairer than my words can say,

Down I lay tbe heavy burden

Of life's toil and care to-day;

While this morn of joy and love

Brings fresh vigor from above.

Sunday, full of holy glory!

Sweetest rest-day of the soul,

Light upon a darkened world

From thy blessed moments roll.

Holy, happy heavenly day,

Thou canst charm my grief away!

Now I taste my Father's goodness,

Falling like the morning dew,

While of pastures even fairer

I would take a distant view;

Where my Shepherd's flock I see,

Where my dwelling soon shall be!

Oh! be silent, earthly turmoil,

I have work more sweet and blest,

And each thought would gather homeward

On this happy day of rest.

Thus with clearer faith to see

All my Lord has done for me.

In the gladness of His worship,

I will seek my joy to-day:

It is then I learn the fullness

Of the grace for which I pray;

When the word of life is given

Like the Saviour's voice from heaven.

Let the day's sweet hours be ended

Prayerfully, as they began;

And Thy blessing Lord, be granted,

Till earth's days and weeks are done;

That at last Thy servant may

Keep eternal Sabbath day.