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.
Sweet is the day of sacred rest;
No mortal care shall fill 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:
His works of grace, how bright they shine!
How deep His counsels, how divine!