James Montgomery · 131 of 363
Hymn 128: Morning of the Sabbath day
HYMN CXXVIII.
Morning of the day, O thou sweetest hour of prime! Dart a retrospective ray O'er the eastern hills of time; Daybreak let my spirit see At the foot of Calvary.
Joseph's sepulchre is ; Here the seal upon the stone, There the sentinel, with eye, Star-like, fix'd on that alone; All around is calm and clear, Life and death keep here.
Bright and brighter, beam on beam, Now, like first created light, From the rock-cleft, gleam by gleam, Shoots athwart the waning night, Till the splendour grows intense, Overpowering mortal sense.
Glory turns with me to gloom, Sight, pulsation, thought depart, And the stone that closed the tomb Seems to lie upon my heart; With that shock the vision flies; Christ is risen;--and I may rise:--
Rise, like Him, as, from this trance, When the trumpet calls the just To the ' inheritance, From their dwellings in the dust: By thy resurrection's power, Jesus, save me in that hour.
morning, hail to thee; O thou sweetest hour of prime! From the foot of Calvary, Now to Zion's top I climb, There my risen Lord to meet, In his temple, at his feet.