How grateful to the anxious breast,
The sacred hours of holy rest.
2Hushed is the tumult of this day,
And worldly cares and business cease;
While soft the vesper breezes play,
To hymn the glad return of peace.
O season blest! O moment given
To turn the vagrant thoughts to heaven.
3Oft as this hallowed hour shall come,
O raise my thoughts from earthly things,