By A Collection of Hymns

      L.M.
      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 disturb my breast:
      O may my heart in tune be found,
      Like David's harp of solemn sound!

      3 My heart shall triumph in the 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
      Dooms them to everlasting death.

      5 But I shall share a glorious part,
      When grace has well refined my heart;
      And fresh supplies of joy are shed,
      Like holy oil to cheer my head.

      6 Then shall I see, and hear, and know
      All I desired and wished below;
      And every power find sweet employ
      In that eternal world of joy.