The Psalms of David ‎#P92a

P92a. 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 shew 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 seize my Breast;
O 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
Blast them in everlasting Death.

5 But I shall share a glorious Part
When Grace hat well refin'd my Heart,
And fresh Supplies of Joy are shed,
Like holy Oil, to chear 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.

Text Information

• First Line: Sweet is the Work, my GOD, my King
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1740
• Scripture:
  Psalm 92
• Topic: Church: God's garden; Psalm: for the Lord's day; Saints: Reward at last

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