XX. Another [Song of Praise for the Lords Day.]
1
Blest day of God, most Calm, most bright;
The first and best of days.
The Lab'rours Rest, the Saints delight,
A day of Mirth and praise.
My Saviours Face did make thee Shine.
His Rising did thee Raise.
This made thee Heavenly and Divine,
Beyond the Common days.
2
The first Fruits do a Blessing prove
To all the Sheaves behind.
And they that do a Sabbath love,
An happy VVeek shall find.
My Lord on Thee his Name did Fix;
VVhich makes thee Rich and Gay.
Amidst his Golden Candlesticks
My Saviour walks this day.
3
He walks in's Robes, his Face shines bright;
The Stars are in his Hand,
Out of his Mouth that place of Might
A Two-Edg'd Sword doth stand.
Grac'd with our Lords Appearance thus;
As well as with his Name.
Thou may'st demand Respect from us
Upon a double Claim.
4
This day God doth his Vessels broach;
His Conduits Run with VVine.
He that loves not this Days approach
Scorns Heaven and Saviour shine.
What Slaves are those who Slav'ry choose,
And Garlick for their Feast,
Whilst Milk and Honey they refuse,
And the Almighty's Rest?
5
This Market day doth Saints Enrich
And Smiles upon them all.
It is their Pentecost, on which
The Holy Ghost doth fall.
O Day of Wonders! Mercies Pawn,
The weary Souls Recruit,
The Christians Goshen, Heavens Dawn,
The Bud of Endless Fruit!
6
Oh could I love as I have lov'd
Thy Watches heretofore;
As England's Glory thou hast prov'd
May'st thou be so yet more.
This day must I for God appear,
For, Lord, the day is thine.
O let me spend it in thy Fear,
Then shall the day be mine,
Cease Work and Play throughout the day,
That I to God may rest.
Now let me Talk with God, and Walk
With God, and I am Blest.
