Sweet is the work, my God, my King

1Sweet 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.

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

3My 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!

4When grace has purified my heart, Then I shall share a glorious part; And fresh supplies of joy be shed, Like holy oil to cheer my head.

5Then shall I see, and hear, and know, All I desired or wished below; And every power find sweet employ, In that eternal world of joy.