|Stanza||Poetry Source by First Line|
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
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
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