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 care shall fill my breast;
My heart shall triumph in my Lord,
And bless His works, and bless His word.
3 And I shall share a glorious part,
When grace hath well refined 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 desired or wish'd below;
And ev'ry power find sweet employ
In that eternal world of joy.
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First Line: | Sweet is the work, my God, my King! |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1870 |
Topic: | Lord's Day; Praise: hymns of genearl praise; Sabbath(1 more...) |
Notes: | Author from index: Watts |