Sweet is the work, my God, my King
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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 by night.
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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!
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My heart shall triumph in the LordAnd bless his works and bless his word;Thy works of grace how bright they shine!How deep thy counsels, how divine!
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When grace has purified my heart,Then I shall share a glorious part;And fresh supplies of joy be shed,Like holy oil to cheer my head.
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Then shall I see and hear and knowAll I desired or wished below,And every hour find sweet employIn that eternal world of joy.