For Sunday.

FOR SUNDAY.

THIS is that day of sacred rest, For holy meditation chose; Then soar my thoughts among the blest, And let my mortal cares repose.

The joys above are painted here, By figures which the sense receives; But how their glories shall appear, We know no human heart conceives.

The sacred leisure of this day, Let me improve for God and heaven; To bliss that I secure my way, To me on earth were Sabbaths given.

Now be my virtues all renew'd And heavenly consolation speak; Holy resolves be well pursued, And guard the duties of the week.