Sweet is the work, my God, my King,
to praise thy name, give thine sense, and sing,
to show thy love by morning light,
and talk of all thy truth at night.
Sweet is the work, my God, my King,
is the day of sacred rest.
No mortal cares disturb my rest.
O may my heart in tune be found,
like David's harp of solace.
My heart shall triumph in the Lord,
and bless his works, and bless his word.
Thy works of grace, how bright they shine!
How divine!
Thy counsels, how divine!
And I shall share thy glorious blood,
when grace has well refined my heart,
and fresh supplies of joy,
that I may be able to hear.
O my God, my King,








Thy glory, O Lord, to cheer my head.
When shall I see, and hear, and know
all I desire and wish below?
When shall I see, and hear, and know all I desire and wish below?
When shall I see, and hear, and know all I desire and wish below?
And every part of mine sweet employ
in that eternal world of joy.