When the Worn Spirit Wants Repose

Verse 1

When the worn spirit wants repose,
And sighs her God to seek,
How sweet to hail the evening’s close
That ends the weary week!

Verse 2

How sweet to hail the early dawn
That opens on the sight,
When first that soul-reviving morn
Sheds forth new rays of light!

Verse 3

Sweet day! thine hours too soon will cease;
Yet, while they gently roll,
Breathe, heavenly Spirit, source of peace,
A Sabbath o’er my soul.

Verse 4

When will my pilgrimage be done,
The world’s long week be o’er,
That Sabbath dawn which needs no sun,
That day which fades no more?