Classic Poem

Blest day! ordain'd by God, and therefore blest,
The pledge and type of everlasting rest.
Indulgent heaven, to make our worship rise
With the more pure devotion to the skies,
To make our prayers uninterrupted climb,
Made thee the sacred quintessence of time.
With what impatient wishes do I meet thee!
With what indearing welcomes do I greet thee!
Glad that the six preceding days are run,
And with their toil their vanity is gone.