John Newton’s hymn on The Lord’s Day
How welcome to the saints, when pressedWith six days noise, and care, and toil,Is the returning day of rest,Which hides them from the world awhile! Now, from the throng withdrawn away,They seem to breathe a different air;Composed and softened by the day,All things another aspect wear. How happy if their lot is castWhere statedly the gospel sounds!The word 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 comeTo God’s own…