Sweet is the work, my God, my King
L. M.
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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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When grace has purified my heart,Then I shall share a glorious part;And fresh supplies of joy are shed,Like holy oil, to cheer my head.
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Then shall I see, and hear, and know,All I desired or wished below;And every hour find sweet employ,In that eternal world of joy.