1
Hail, happy day! thou day of holy rest;
What heavenly peace and transport fill our breast
When Christ, the Lord of grace, in love descends,
And kindly holds communion with His friends!

2
Let earth and all its vanities be gone,
Move from my sight, and leave my soul alone;
Its flattering, fading glories I despise,
And to immortal beauties turn my eyes.

3
Fain would I mount, and penetrate the skies,
And on my Saviour's glories fix my eyes;
O meet my rising soul, Thou God of love,
And waft it to the blissful realms above!

4
O Son of God, exalted on Thy throne,
Impart that grace which comes from Thee alone;
Thou, by whose love our light and peace are given,
Bring us, dear Saviour, to Thyself and heaven.