Based on Psalm 92
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 disturb my breast;
O may my heart in tune be found,
Like David’s harp of solemn sound!
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!
And 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.
Sin, my worst enemy before,
Shall vex my eyes and ears no more;
My inward foes shall all be slain,
Nor Satan break my peace again.
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.
–Isaac Watts, 1674–1748
