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(60) Sabbath Morn.
How sweetly breaks the Sabbath dawn
Along the eastern skies!
So, when the night of time hath gone,
Eternity shall rise.
2 How softly spreads the Sabbath light!
How soon the gloom hath fled!
So o’er the new created sight
Celestial bliss is spread.
3 What quiet reigns o’er earth and sea,
Through all the stilly air!
So calm may we this Sabbath be,
And free from worldly care.
4 Thus let thy peace, O Lord! pervade
Our bosoms all our days;
And let each passing hour be made
A herald of thy praise.
5 This peace of God—how full! how sweet
It flows from Jesus’ breast;
It makes our bliss on earth complete,
It brings eternal rest.
Edwin F. Hatfield, 1840