A Psalm for the Lord's day. <br /> <br />Sweet is the work, my God, my King, <br />To praise thy name, give thanks and sing, <br />To show thy love by morning light, <br />And talk of all thy truth at night. <br /> <br />Sweet is the day of sacred rest, <br />No mortal cares shall seize my breast; <br />O may my heart in tune be found, <br />Like David's harp of solemn sound! <br /> <br />My heart shall triumph in my Lord, <br />And bless his works, and bless his word; <br />Thy works of grace, how bright they shine! <br />How deep thy counsels! how divine! <br /> <br />Fools never raise their thoughts so high; <br />Like brutes they live, like brutes they die; <br />Like grass they flourish, till thy breath <br />Blast them in everlasting death. <br /> <br />But I shall share a glorious part <br />When grace hath well refined my heart; <br />And fresh supplies of joy are shed, <br />Like holy oil, to cheer my head. <br /> <br />Sin (my worst enemy before) <br />Shall vex my eyes and ears no more; <br />My inward foes shall all be slain, <br />Nor Satan break my peace again. <br /> <br />Then shall I see, and hear, and know <br />All I desired or wished below; <br />And every power find sweet employ <br />In that eternal world of joy.<br /><br />Isaac Watts<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/psalm-92-part-1/
