Verse 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
Verse 2
Sweet is 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!
Verse 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!
Verse 4
And 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.
Verse 5
Then shall I see, and Know,
All I desired or wished below;
And every power find sweet employ
In that eternal world of joy.
Isaac Watts.