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Dr.
Isaac Watts
(1674 - 1748) LM 1. 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. 2. 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! 3. 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! 4. Fools never raise their thoughts so high: Like brutes they live, like brutes they die; Like grass they flourish, till Thy breath, Blast them in everlasting death. 5. But I shall share a glorious part, When grace hath well refin'd my heart; And fresh supplies of joy are shed, Like holy oil, to cheer my head. 6. 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. 7. 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. ******* |
