Classic Poem

Concerning the Lords day.

Oh blessed, sacred, queen of days
all others stoop to thee
Whilst thou dost sweetly our harts raise
from servile work, wee'r free

Thou hast the stamp of god imprest
to make thee, more sacred
In thee we'r called unto rest
on thee, we'r sweetly fed.

Thou art a dark, resemblance
of heavens Joy, and blise
Whilst thou bringst, to remembrance
what Christ, has done for his.

The work of our redemption
was this day brought to light
Which whilst we ruminate upon
we'r brought to clearer sight

It is a blessed, market day
of great, abundant, store
In which we may, fresh food up lay
untill we need no more.

This day, rich tresurys of grace
to us ar open laid
That we may take, and grow apace
till fitt for heaven made.

On this day, he, to us gives new
outflowings, of his love,
That whilst of itt we, take a veiw
our harts to him, may move.

By plesent stremes (we'r this day led)
runing calmly, and still,
Dutys wherin god has been met
and giv, the soull itts fill.

God gives this day, variety
least weary, we should bee
Dutys have a sweet harmony
and each of them, agree

pray'r fits for hearing, that for praise
Whilst att his feet we ly
Duty dos sweetly, our harts raise
up to our god, on high.

On this day is a blessed feast
The holy comunion
In which we sweetly see, & tast
what Christ hath for us done

Upon this day, our Lord arose
up from out of his grave
Triumphing o're all his foes
and we the comfort have

This day a plentifull infusion
of'th spirit from on high
Was poured out, t'was no delusion
But seen, to many an eye.

To us this day's a joyfull pledg
of our eternall rest
And of our blessed priveledg
when heaven is possest.

For in it we ar call'd aside
with god, to hold converse
And whilst we do by him abide
we have gainfull commerce.

An ernest that he shortly will
us as from cretures call
To come, and take, our joyfull fill
Of him, who's all in all.

Those that do strictly, this day keep
shall surely thrive, & grow
And of that well of life drink deep
which from above doth flow

Such on ther soulls, shall feel no dearth
hee'l cause them for to ride
On the high places, of the earth
His love, he will not hide.

They shall have fresh, incomes of strength
whilst they ar in there way
Till they be swalow'd up at length
in an eternall day.

Thy holy day improve soe let
me, that I grow apace
Speeding to an immediate
fruition of thy face