Welcome, Welcome, Quiet Morning

Welcome

wel­come

qui­et morn­ing

Welcome is this ho­ly day;

Now the Sab­bath morn re­turn­ing

Says a week has passed away.

Let me think how time is pass­ing

Soon the long­est life de­parts;

Nothing hu­man is abid­ing

Save the love of hum­ble hearts.

Love to God

and to our neigh­bor

Makes our pur­est hap­pi­ness;

Vain the wish

the care

the la­bor

Earth’s poor tri­fles to pos­sess.

Swift my life’s vain dreams are pass­ing

Like the star­tled dove they fly;

Or the clouds each oth­er chas­ing

Over yon­der qui­et sky.

Father

now one pray­er I raise Thee;

Give a hum­ble

grate­ful heart;

Never let me cease to praise Thee

Never from Thy fear de­part.

Then

when years have ga­thered o’er me

And the world is sunk in shade

Heaven’s bright realm will rise be­fore me;

There my trea­sure will be laid.