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A Psalm for the Lord's Day
Hymnal: The Psalms of David #164 (1740) Publication Date: 1740 First Line: Sweet is the Work, my GOD, my King Lyrics: 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. Topics: Church God's garden; Psalm for the Lord's day; Saints Reward at last Scripture: Psalm 92 Languages: English
A Psalm for the Lord's Day
Sweet is the Work, my GOD, my King
Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P92a (1766) Publication Date: 1766 Lyrics: 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. Topics: Church God's garden; Psalm for the Lord's day; Saints Reward at last Scripture: Psalm 92 Languages: English
Sweet is the Work, my GOD, my King
A Psalm for the LORD's Day
Hymnal: The Psalms of David #XCIIa (1780) Publication Date: 1780 First Line: Sweet is the work, my GOD, my king Lyrics: 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 hath 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. Scripture: Psalm 92 Languages: English
A Psalm for the LORD's Day
A Psalm for the Lord's-Day
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #XCIIa (1785) Publication Date: 1785 First Line: Sweet is the work, my GOD, my king Lyrics: 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,
Oh may my heart in tune be found,
Like David's harp of solemn sound.
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 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 every power find sweet employ
In that eternal world of joy. Scripture: Psalm 92 Languages: English
A Psalm for the Lord's-Day
A Psalm for the Lord's Day
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's imitation of the Psalms of David, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (3rd ed.) #162a (1786) Publication Date: 1786 First Line: Sweet is the work, my God, my King Lyrics: 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,
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
Blast 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 every power find sweet employ
In that eternal world of joy. Topics: Church God's garden; Princes vain; Saints Reward at last; Church God's garden; Princes vain; Saints Reward at last Scripture: Psalm 92 Languages: English
A Psalm for the Lord's Day
A Psalm for the Lord's Day
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David, corrected and enlarged, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (2nd ed.) #172 (1786) Publication Date: 1786 First Line: Sweet is the work, my God, my King Lyrics: 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,
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
Blast 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 every power find sweet employ
In that eternal world of joy. Topics: Church God's garden; Princes vain; Saints Reward at last; Church God's garden; Princes vain; Saints Reward at last Scripture: Psalm 92 Languages: English
A Psalm for the Lord's Day
A Psalm for the Lord's Day
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #172 (1787) Publication Date: 1787 First Line: Sweet is the work, my God, my King Lyrics: 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,
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
Blast 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 every power find sweet employ
In that eternal world of joy. Topics: Church God's garden; Princes vain; Saints Reward at last; Church God's garden; Princes vain; Saints Reward at last Scripture: Psalm 92 Languages: English
A Psalm for the Lord's Day
Sweet is the work, my God, my King
Hymnal: The Psalms of David #92 (1789) Publication Date: 1789 Lyrics: 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.
Scripture: Psalm 92 Languages: English
Sweet is the work, my God, my King
A Psalm for the Lord's Day
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #162a (1790) Publication Date: 1790 First Line: Sweet is the work, my God, my King Lyrics: 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,
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
Blast 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 every power find sweet employ
In that eternal world of joy. Topics: Church God's garden; Princes vain; Saints Reward at last; Church God's garden; Princes vain; Saints Reward at last Scripture: Psalm 92 Languages: English
A Psalm for the Lord's Day
Sweet is the work, my God, my King
Hymnal: Dr. Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #198 (1790) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Publication Date: 1790 Lyrics: 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;
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 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. Scripture: Psalm 92 Languages: English
Sweet is the work, my God, my King
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