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 by night.
Sweet 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.
My heart shall triumph in the Lord,
And bless his works, and bless his word:
Thy works of grace, how bight they shine!
How deep thy counsels, how divine!