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 seize my breast;
O may my heart in tune be found,
Like David's harp of solemn sound.

And I shall share a glorious part
When grace hath well refined my heart,
And sweet supplies of joy are shed
Like holy oiul to cheer my head.

Then shall I see, and hear and know
All I desired, or wished below;
And ev'ry power find sweet employ
In that eternal world of joy.
Amen.

Words: Isaac Watts
Music: R. Walker Robson