Sweet Is the Work, My God, My King

Sweet is the work, my God! my King!To praise thy name, give thanks and sing;To show thy love by morning light,And talk of all thy truth at night.

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

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

Lord! I shall share a glorious part,When grace hath well refined my heart,And fresh supplies of joy are shed,Like holy oil, to cheer my head.

Then shall I see, and hear, and knowAll I desired or wished below:And every power find sweet employ,In that eternal world of joy.