357    S.M.     Isaac Watts
The Lord’s Day. Ps. 84. 1-10; Matt. 18. 20

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.