1 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.

2 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!

3 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!

4 But 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.

5 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.