| Stanza | Poetry Source by First Line | |||
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| 1 |
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. |
SWEET is the Work, my God, my King,, Stanza 2 |
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| 2 |
Then shall I share a glorious part, When grace hath well refined my heart, And fresh supplies of joy are shed, Like holy oil, to cheer my head. |
SWEET is the Work, my God, my King,, Stanza 5 |
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| 3 |
Then shall I see, and hear, and know All I desired and wished below; And ev'ry pow'r find sweet employ, In that eternal world of joy. |
SWEET is the Work, my God, my King,, Stanza 7 |