The Hallowed Morn Is Dear to Me
"And thou call the sabbath a delight, the holy of the LORD." - Isa 58:13
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VERSE 1
The hallowed morn is dear to me,
When prayer and praise awake the day,
Or friends with sacred minstrelsy,
Call me from earthly cares away.
VERSE 2
And dear to me the scared hour
Employed within Thy courts, O Lord!
To feel devotion's soothing power,
And taste the manna of Thy word.
VERSE 3
And dear to me the loud "Amen,"
Which echoes through the blest abode,
Which swells, and sinks, and swells again,
Dies on the walls, but lives with God.
VERSE 4
In secret I have often prayed,
And still the anxious tears would fall;
But on Thy secret altar laid,
The fire descends and dries them all.
VERSE 5
Let men of pleasure strike their lyre,
Of broken Sabbaths sing the charms,
But I, in prayer's swift car of fire,
Will rise to Jesus's sheltering arms.
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The Redeemed Hymnal - 4th Edition
The hymn book of the The Redeemed Christian Church of God
