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	THE LORD'S DAY

	40



	2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest; No mortal cares shall seize my breast; O may my heart in tune be found, Like David's harp of solemn sound.	4 Lord, I shall share a glorious part, When grace hath well refined my heart, And fresh supplies of joy are shed, Like holy oil, to cheer my head.

	3 My heart shall triumph in my Lord, 5 Then shall I see, and hear, and know And bless His works, and bless His word; All I desired or wished below; Thy works of grace, how bright they shine, And every power find sweet employ, How deep Thy counsels, how divine. In that eternal world of joy. Rev. Isaac Watts, 1710 41



	2 This day may our devotion rise As grateful incense to the skies, And heaven that sweet repose bestow Which none but they who feel it know! [ 3 That peaceful calm within the breast Is the sure pledge of heavenly rest,	Which for the church of God remains,— The end of cares, the end of pains. 4 In holy duties let the day, In holy pleasures, pass away: How sweet a Sabbath thus to spend, In hope of one that ne'er shall end. Rev. J. Stennett, 1712