I.
How sweet upon the morning air, the chime of Sabbath-bells,
As full and clear upon the ear the solemn music swells!
From many a church in sunny vale, and on the green hill side,
The jewels of New-England’s crown, her glory and her pride.
How sweet upon the morning air, the chime of Sabbath-bells,
As full and clear upon the ear the solemn music swells!
From many a church in sunny vale, and on the green hill side,
The jewels of New-England’s crown, her glory and her pride.