Isaac Watts · 522 of 724

Hymn 14

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 amidst the 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.