Sweet is the work, my God, my King,
To praise thy name, give thanks and sing,
To show thy love by morning line,
And talk of all thy truths at night.

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!

But, oh, what triumph shall I raise
To thy dear name through endless days,
When in the realms of joy I see
Thy face in full felicity!