1 Holy Sabbath, happy morning,
Joyfully the bells we hear;
Sweetly calling, gently calling
Us to praise and prayer.
Sweetly sounding thro’ each street, and
Floating on the quiet air,
Comes the dear familiar greeting,
Calling us to prayer.

2 Holy Sabbath, glad young voices
Welcome you with joyous song,
While the agèd heart rejoices
With the youthful throng.
May the light of this blest morning
Every youthful heart illume,
With a cheerful sacred presence
That shall banish gloom.

3 Basking in the holy radiance
Of this blessèd Sabbath morn,
May the blessèd angels keep us,
Till another dawn;
And when earth’s best, purest love-light
Fadeth from our sight away,
May our risen Savior take us
To His endless day.