Sweet Is The Work My God My King

Sweet Is The Work, My God, My King,
To Praise Your Name, Give Thanks And Sing;
To Show Your Love By Morning Light,
And Talk Of All Your Truth At Night.

Sweet Is The Day, The First And Best,
On Which I Share Your Sacred Rest;
So Let My Heart In Tune Be Found,
Like David’s Harp Of Joyful Sound.

My Heart Shall Triumph In The Lord
And Bless His Works, And Bless His Word:
God’s Works Of Grace, How Bright They Shine —
How Deep His Counsels, How Divine!

Soon I Shall See And Hear And Know
All I Desired On Earth Below;
And All My Powers For God Employ
In That Eternal World Of Joy.