Auburn. C. M. Sabbath Morn. |
Sabbath Morn. (60) How sweetly breaks the Sabbath dawn Along the eastern skies! So, when the night of time hath gone, Eternity shall rise. 2 How softly spreads the Sabbath light! How soon the gloom hath fled! So o'er the new created sight Celestial bliss is spread. 3 What quiet reigns o'er earth and sea, Through all the stilly air! So calm may we this Sabbath be, And free from worldly care. 4 Thus let thy peace, O Lord! pervade Our bosoms all our days; And let each passing hour be made A herald of thy praise. 5 This peace of God -- how full! how sweet It flows from Jesus' breast; It makes our bliss on earth complete, It brings eternal rest. Edwin F. Hatfield, 1840
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