Text: | Blest are the moments, doubly blest |
Author: | William Wordsworth |
Tune: | WAREHAM |
Composer: | William Knapp |
1 Blest are the moments, doubly blest,
That drawn from this one hour of rest,
Are with a ready heart bestowed
Upon the service of our God!
2 Each field is then a hallowed spot,
An altar is in each man's cot,
A church in every grove that spreads
Its living roof above our heads.
3 Look up to heaven, the industrious sun
Already half his race hath run:
He cannot halt or go astray,
But our immortal spirits may.
4 Lord, since his rising in the east,
If we have faltered or transgressed,
Guide, from Thy love's abundant source,
What yet remains of this day's course;
5 Help with Thy grace, through life's short day,
Our upward and our downward way;
And glorify for us the west,
When we shall sink to final rest.
Amen.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Blest are the moments, doubly blest |
Author: | William Wordsworth (1834) |
Meter: | L.M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1916 |
Topic: | Daily Prayer: Noon |
Tune Information | |
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Name: | WAREHAM |
Composer: | William Knapp (1738) |
Meter: | L.M. |
Incipit: | 11765 12171 23217 |
Key: | B♭ Major |