Α1 leluia! fair - est morning! Fair er than our

Down we lay the heavy burden Of our

While this morn of joy and love Brings fresh vig - or from a-bove.

With Thy joy - ous sun-shine blest, Happy is my day of rest.

A-men.

2 Fount of all our joy and peace,

To Thy living waters lead me;
Thou from earth my soul release,
And with grace and mercy feed me;
Bless Thy word, that it may prove
Rich in fruits that Thou dost love.

3 Let me with my heart to-day,
Holy, holy, holy! singing,
Rapt awhile from earth away,

All my soul to Thee upspringing,
Have a foretaste inly given

How they worship Thee in heaven.

4 Hence all care, all vanity,

For the day to God is holy;

Come, Thou glorious Majesty,

Deign to fill this temple lowly;

Naught to-day my soul shall move,
Simply resting in Thy love.

BENJAMIN SCHMOLCK, 1714. Tr. CATHERINE WINKWORTH, 1858

O Day-spring,rise up - on our night And chase its gloom a

2 This is the day of rest.

Our failing strength renew;

On weary brain and troubled breast
Shed Thou Thy freshening dew.

3 This is the day of peace.

Thy peace our spirits fill;

Bid Thou the blasts of discord cease,
The waves of strife be still.

4 This is the day of prayer.

Let earth to heaven draw near;

Lift up our hearts to seek Thee there;
Come down to meet us here.

5 This is the first of days.

Send forth Thy quickening breath,
And wake dead souls to love and praise,
O Vanquisher of death!

JOHN ELLERTON, 1867

Look up to heaven! th' industrious sun Al-ready half his course hath run;