A Song of Praise for the Lord's-Day

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.

The First-fruits do a Blessing prove
To all the Sheaves behind,
And they that do a Sabbath love,
An happy Week shall find:
My Lord on Thee his Name did fix,
Which makes thee Rich and Gay;
Amidst his Golden Candlesticks,
My Saviour walks this day.

He walks in's Robes, his Face […]unes 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 Lord's Appearance th[…]
As well as with his Name;
Thou may'st demand Respect from us,
Upon a double Claim.

This day God doth his Vessels broach;
His Conduits run with Wine;
He that loves not this days approach,
Scorns Heaven and Saviours shine:
What Slaves are those who Slav'ry chuse,
And Garlick for their Feast;
Whilst Milk and Honey they refuse,
And the Almighty's Rest?

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,

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.