3 Sweet, on this day of rest, To join in heart and voice With those who love and serve thee best, And in thy name rejoice. 4 To songs of praise and joy, May all our days be given, That such may be our best employ Eternally in heaven. 626 S. M. Welcome, sweet day of rest. Welcome, sweet day of rest, That saw the Lord arise; Welcome to this reviving breast, And these rejoicing eyes. 2 The King himself comes near, And feasts his saints to-day: Here may we sit and see him here, And love, and praise, and pray. 3 One day, amid the place Where Christ my Lord, hath been, Is sweeter than ten thousand days Within the tents of sin. 4 My willing soul would stay In such a frame as this, And sit and sing herself away To everlasting bliss. 627 S. P. M. I was glad. Psalm 122:1. How pleased and blessed was I, To hear the people cry— “Come, let us seek our God to-day!” Yes, with a cheerful zeal, We haste to Zion’s hill, And there our vows and honors pay. 2 Zion! thrice happy place, Adorned with wondrous grace And walls of strength embrace thee round; In thee our tribes appear, To pray, and praise, and hear The sacred gospel’s joyful sound. 3 May peace attend thy gate, And joy within thee wait, To bless the soul of every guest: The man who seeks thy peace, And wishes thine increase— A thousand blessings on him rest! 628 7s, double. Hail the day that saw him rise. Hail the day that saw him rise, Ravished from his people’s eyes; Christ, awhile to mortals given, Re-ascends his native heaven. There the glorious triumph waits— “Lift your heads, you heavenly gates; Wide unfold the radiant scene, Take the King of glory in.” 2 He, whom highest heaven receives, Ever loves the friends he leaves; Though returning to his throne, Still he calls his saints his own; Still for us he intercedes, Prevalent his death he pleads; Near himself prepares a place, Harbinger of human race. 3 Taken from our eyes to-day, Master, hear us when we pray; See thy needy servants, see, Ever gazing up to thee: Grant, though parted from our sight, Far above yon azure hight, Grant our hearts may thither rise, Follow thee beyond the skies. 4 Ever upward let us move, Wafted on the wings of love; Looking when the Lord shall come, Longing, reaching after home; There for ever to remain, Partners of thy endless reign; There thy face unclouded see, Find our heaven of heavens in thee.