How Welcome To The Saints When Pressed

How welcome to the saints when pressed
With six days’ noise and care and toil,
Is the returning day of rest,
Which hides them from the world a while.

Now from the throng withdrawn away,
They seem to breathe a different air;
Composed and softened be the day,
All things another aspect wear.

How happy if their lot is cast,
Where the stately gospel sounds!
The world is honey to their taste,
Renews their strength, and heals their wounds!

Though pinched with poverty at home
With sharp afflictions daily fed;
It makes amends if they can come
To God’s own house for heavenly bread:

With joy they hasten to the place,
Where they their Saviour oft had met;
And while they feast upon his grace,
Their burdens and their griefs forget.

This favored lot, my friends, is ours,
May we the privilege improve;
And find these consecrated hours,
Sweet earnests of the joy above!

We thank thee for thy day, O Lord,
Here we thy promised presence seek;
Open thine hand with blessings stored,
And give us manna for the week.

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