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 cares disturb 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!

All I shall share a glorious part, When grace has 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 know, All I desired or wished below; And every power find sweet employ, In that eternal world of joy.