And listen to the sacred word.
2 Blest hour, when earthly cares resign
Their empire o’er his anxious breast,
While, all around, the calm divine,
Proclaims the holy day of rest.
3 Blest 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.
4 Blest hour! for, where the Lord resorts,