For who acknowledges not, that since our dread conflagration, When He so hardly chastised us, He now is continually blessing, Constantly shielding, as man the apple of His eye watches over, Holding it precious and dear above all the rest of His members? Shall He in time to come not defend us and furnish us succor?

Is Sunday, not divinely speaking, but humanly and holydaysically, a blessing?