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WELCOME, ar the Loring breast,
A day in thy courts. Ps. lxxxiv. 10. Welcome, sweet day of rest,
That saw the Lord arise ; . Welcome to this reviving breast,
And these rejoicing eyes.
The King himself comes near,
And feasts his saints to day; And we by faith may see him here,
And love, and praise, and pray.
One day within the place,
Where thou my God art seen, Is better than ten thousand days
Spent in the paths of sin.
My willing soul would stay
In such a frame as this ;
Of everlasting bliss.
Eye hath not seen nor ear heard. 1 Cor. ii. 9. What sinners value I resign; Lord ! 'tis enough if thou art mine ; Let me but see thy glorious face, And feel thy all-sufficient grace.
This life's a dream, an empty show, But the bright world to which I go, Hath joys substantial and sincere; When shall I wake and find me there?
O glorious hour! O bless'd abode!
My flesh shall slumber in the ground,
Was in all points tempted like as we are. Heb. iv. 15.
If aught should tempt my soul to stray,
Them also which sleep in Jesus. 1 Thes. iv. 14. When the soft dews of kindly sleep My wearied eyelids gently steep, Be my last thought how sweet to rest, For ever on my Saviour's breast.
Sun of my soul ! thou Saviour dear!
Abide with me from morn till eve,
Come near, and bless us when we wake,
There are three that bear record in heaven. 1 John. v. 7.
To God the Father's love,
And better hopes above;
Immortal glory too;
From everlasting woe;
Immortal praise we give;
Makes the dead soul revive ;
Before thy glorious throne;
And the mysterious One !