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 seize 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 wished below;
And every power find sweet employ
In that eternal world of joy.
|First Line:||Sweet is the work, my God, my King|
|Author:||Watts (1719, a.)|
|Topic:||Worship: Public Worship; Epiphany, Fourth Sunday|
|Notes:||Alternate tune #4 or #575|
|Notes:||Composer from index; T. Stanley, d. 1786|