2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest, No mortal cares shall seize my breast; O may my heart in tune be found Like David’s harp of solemn sound!

3 My heart shall triumph in my Lord, And bless his works, and bless his word; Thy works of grace, how bright they shine!  How deep thy counsels! how divine!

4 Fools never raise their thoughts so high; Like brutes they live, like brutes they die; Like grass they flourish, till thy breath Blast them in everlasting death.

5 But I shall share a glorious part When grace hath well refin’d my heart, And fresh supplies of joy are shed Like holy oil, to cheer my head.

6 Sin, (my worst enemy before) Shall vex my eyes and ears no more; My inward foes shall all be slain, Nor Satan break my peace again.

7 Then shall I see, and hear, and know, All I desir’d or wish’d below; And every power find sweet employ In that eternal world of joy.

Psalm 92:2. 12 &c.  Second Part. 
The church is the garden of God.

1 Lord, ’tis a pleasant thing to stand
In gardens planted by thine hand;
Let me within thy courts be seen
Like a young cedar fresh and green.

2 There grow thy saints in faith and love, Blest with thine influence from above; Not Lebanon with all its trees Yields such a comely sight as these.

3 The plants of grace shall ever live; (Nature decays but grace must thrive) Time, that doth all things else impair, Still makes them flourish strong and fair.

4 Laden with fruits of age, they shew The Lord is holy, just, and true; None that attend his gates shall find A God unfaithful or unkind.

Psalm 93:1. 1st Metre.  As 100th Psalm.  The eternal and sovereign God.

1 Jehovah reigns; he dwells in light, Girded with majesty and might:  The world created by his hands Still on its first foundation stands.

2 But ere this spacious world was made, Or had its first foundations laid, Thy throne eternal ages stood, Thyself the ever-living God.

3 Like floods the angry nations rise And aim their rage against the skies; Vain floods that aim their rage so high!  At thy rebuke the billows die.

4 For ever shall thy throne endure;
Thy promise stands for ever sure;
And everlasting holiness
Becomes the dwellings of thy grace.

Psalm 93:2. 2d M. As the old 50th Psalm. 
The same.

1 The Lord of glory reigns; he reigns on high; His robes of state are strength and majesty:  This wide creation rose at his command, Built by his word, and ’stablish’d by his hand:  Long stood his throne ere he began creation, And his own Godhead is the firm foundation.

2 God is th’ eternal King:  thy foes in vain Raise their rebellions to confound thy reign:  In vain the storms, in vain the floods arise, And roar and toss their waves against the skies; Foaming at heaven, they rage with wild commotion, But heaven’s high arches scorn the swelling ocean.