The Psalms of David ‎#92

92. Sweet is the work, my God, my King

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

3 My heart shall triumph in my Lord,
And bless his works and bless his word,
Thy works of grace how bright they shine!
How deep thy counsels! how divine!

4 Fools never raise their thoughts so high;
Like brutes they live, like brutes they die;
Like grass they flourish, 'till thy breath
Blasts them in everlasting death.

5 But I shall share a glorious part
When grace hath well refin'd my heart,
And fresh supplies of joy are shed
Like holy oil to cheer my head.

6 Sin (my worst enemy before)
Shall vex my eyes and ears no more;
My inward foes shall all be slain,
Nor satan break my peace again.

7 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.

Part II.

8 Lord, 'tis a pleasant thing to stand
In gardens planted by thy hand;
Let me within thy courts be seen
Like a young cedar fresh and green.

9 There grow thy saints in faith and love,
Blest with thine influence from above;
Not Lebanon with all its trees
Yields such a comely sight as these.

10 The plants of grace shall ever live:
(Nature decays, but grace must thrive)
Time, that doth all things else impair,
Still makes them flourish strong and fair.

11 Laden with fruits of age they shew,
The Lord is holy, just and true;
None that attend his gates shall find
A God unfaithful or unkind.

Text Information

• First Line: Sweet is the work, my God, my King
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1789
• Scripture:
  Psalm 92

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