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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 may we stay, and see Him here, And love, and praise and pray.

One day of prayr and praise His sacred courts within, Is sweeter than ten thousand days In pleasure's path of sin.

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My willing soul would stay In such a frame as this; And was to hail the brighter day Of everlasting bliss.