(Puritan Hymn)[b]Sweet Is the Work, My God, My King[/b]Sweet is the work, my God, my King,To praise Thy name, give thanks and sing,To show Thy love by morn-ing lightAnd talk of all Thy truth at night.Sweet is the day of sa-cred rest,No mor-tal care shall seize my breast.O may my heart in tune be found,Like Da-vid's harp of sol-emn sound.My heart shall tri-umph in my LordAnd bless His works and bless His Word.Thy works of grace, how bright they shine!How deep Thy coun-sels, how di-vine!But I shall share a glo-rious part,When grace has well re-fined my heart;And fresh sup-plies of joy are shed,Like holy oil to cheer my head.Then shall I see, and hear, and knowAll I de-sired and wished below;And ev-ery power find sweet em-ployIn that e-ter-nal world of joy.And then what tri-umphs shall I raiseTo Thy dear Name through end-less days,For in the realms of joy I'll seeThy face in full fe-li-ci-ty.