1 Lovely Lord's day morning,
Woods and fields adorning
With thy rosy beam,
Chasing every shadow
From the hill and meadow,
And the dimpled stream.
2 Now with ardent feeling,
Music gently stealing
On the balmy air,
Holy thoughts awaking,
Still the chorus breaking,
Calls the soul to prayer.
3 To that world of gladness,
Where no thought of sadness
Wrings the heart with pain,
Faith and hope ascending,
With the angels blending,
Join their happy strain.
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