Sweet is the work, my God, my King,
to praise your name, give thanks and sing;
to show your love by morning light,
and talk of all your truth at night.

Sweet is the day, the first and best,
on which I share your sacred rest;
so let my heart in tune be found,
like David's harp of joyful sound.

My heart shall triumph in the Lord
and bless his works, and bless his word:
God's works of grace, how bright they shine -
how deep his counsels, how divine!

Soon I shall see and hear and know
all I desired on earth below,
and all my powers for God employ
in that eternal world of joy.


Isaac Watts