Words: Isaac Watts Music: "Lisbon" by Daniel Read 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.
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