1 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.

2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest:
No mortal cares shall fill my breast;
My heart shall triumph in the Lord,
And bless His works, and bless his word.

3 And I shall share a glorious part,
When grace hath well refin'd my heart,
When doubts and fears no more remain,
To break my inward peace again.

4 Then shall I see, and hear, and know
All I desir'd or wish'd below;
And ev'ry pow'r find sweet employ
In that eternal world of joy.