Sweet is the work, my God, my King

1Sweet 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 by night.

2Sweet is the day of sacred rest;
No mortal cares shall seize my breast;
O, may my heart in tune be found,
Like David's harp of solemn sound!

3My 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!

4When grace has purified my heart,
Then I shall share a glorious part;
And fresh supplies of joy be shed,
Like holy oil, to cheer my head.

5Then 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.