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 to­day;
Here we may sit, and see Him here,
And love, and praise, and pray.

One day in such a place,
Where my dear God hath been,
Is sweet­er than ten thou­sand days
Of plea­sur­able sin.

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