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 truths at night.
2. Sweet is the day of sacred rest. No mortal care shall sieze my breast. Oh, may my heart in tune be found, Like David’s harp of solemn sound.
3. My heart shall triumph in my Lord And bless thy works and bless thy word. Thy truth and grace, how bright they shine! How deep thy counsels, how divine!
4. But, oh what anthems shall I raise To thy dear name through endless days, Then shall I share a glorious part, When grace has well refined my heart.