Canonbury:

Robert Schumann, 1839

Arr.

Psalm 92

Isaac Watts, 1719

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.

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.

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!

Then shall I see, and hear, and know

All I desired or wished below;

And every power find sweet employ

In that eternal world of joy.