Sweet is the work, my God, my King,
To praise Thy name, give thanks and sing,
To show Thy love by morn-ing light
And talk of all Thy truth at night.
Sweet is the day of sa-cred rest,
No mor-tal care shall seize my breast.
O may my heart in tune be found,
Like Da-vid's harp of sol-emn sound.
My heart shall tri-umph in my Lord
And bless His works and bless His Word.
Thy works of grace, how bright they shine!
How deep Thy coun-sels, how di-vine!
But I shall share a glo-rious part,
When grace has well re-fined my heart;
And fresh sup-plies of joy are shed,
Like ho-ly oil to cheer my head.
Then shall I see, and hear, and know
All I de-sired and wished be-low;
And ev-ery power find sweet em-ploy
In that e-ter-nal world of joy.
And then what tri-umphs shall I raise
To Thy dear Name through end-less days,
For in the realms of joy I'll see
Thy face in full fe-li-ci-ty