Their empire o'er his anxious breast,
While, all around, the calm divine
Proclaims the holy day of rest.
3Blest hour, when God himself draws nigh,
Well pleased his people's voice to hear,
To hush the penitential sigh,
And wipe away the mourner's tear.
4Blest hour! for, where the Lord resorts,
Foretastes of future bliss are given,
And mortals find his earthly courts