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The Lord’s Day. Ps. 84. 1-10; Matt. 18. 20

I. Watts      S.M.

1
Welcome, sweet day of rest,
That saw the Lord arise;
Welcome to this reviving breast,
And these rejoicing eyes.

2
The King himself comes near,
And feasts his saints today;
Here we may sit and see him here,
And love, and praise, and pray.

3
One day amidst the place
Where my dear God has been,
Is sweeter than ten thousand days
Of pleasurable sin.

4
My willing soul would stay
In such a frame as this,
And sit and sing herself away
To everlasting bliss.