Lord's Day.

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 truths at night.

Sweet is the day of sacred rest, No mortal cares shall seize my breast. Oh, may my heart in tune be found, Like David's harp of solemn sound.

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!