Hail, thou bright and sacred morn

1Hail, thou bright and sacred morn,
Risen with gladness in thy beams!
Light, which not of earth was born,
From thy dawn in glory streams;
Airs of heaven breathe around,
And each place is holy ground.

2Great Creator! who this day
From thy perfect work didst rest,
By the souls that own thy sway
Hallowed be its hours blest,
Cares of earth aside be thrown,
This day given to God alone.