Sweet is the work of my God
to praise thy name;
spread thy word abroad,
give thanks and sing…
To show thy love by morning light
and talk of all thy truths at night.
Sweet is the day;
when we shall rest,
No mortal care shall stop my joy
My heart in tune it shall always be
like David’s harp of solemn sound.
My heart shall triumph in the Lord,
and bless His word.
Sin, my worst enemy before,
shall vex my eyes and ears no more.
My inner demons shall all be slain,
Nor satan break my peace again.
But, oh, what triumph shall I raise
to thy dear name through endless days,
when in that glorious realms of joy
I see thy glorious face in full felicity.