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 to-day:

Here may we sit and see him here,

And love, and praise, and pray.

3 One day, amid the place

Where Christ my Lord, hath been,

Is sweeter than ten thousand days

Within the tents of sin.

4 My willing soul would stay

In such a frame as this,

And sit and sing herself away

To everlasting bliss.