Hail to the Sab­bath day!
The day di­vine­ly given,
When men to God their hom­age pay,
And earth draws near to Hea­ven.

Lord, in this sac­red hour,
Within Thy courts we bend,
And bless Thy love, and own Thy pow­er,
Our fa­ther and our friend.

But Thou art not alone
In courts by mor­tals trod;
Nor on­ly is the day Thine own
When man draws near to God.

Thy tem­ple is the arch
Of yon un­mea­sured sky;
Thy Sab­bath, the stu­pen­dous march
Of vast eter­ni­ty.

Lord, may that holier day
Dawn on Thy servants’ sight;
And purer worship may we pay
In Hea­ven’s unclouded light.