1. Sweet is the work, my God, my King,
To praise your name, give thanks, and sing,
To show your love by morning light,
And talk of all your truth at night.

2. My heart shall triumph in the Lord,
And bless his works, and bless his Word;
Your works of grace, they brightly shine!
How deep your counsels! how divine!

3. Lord, 'tis a pleasant thing to stand
In gardens planted by your hand;
Let me within your courts be seen,
Like a young cedar, fresh and green.

4. There grow your saints in faith and love,
Blest with your influence from above;
Not Lebanon with all its trees
Yields such a lovely sight as these.

5. The plants of grace shall ever live
(Nature decays, but grace must thrive).
Time, which does all things else impair,
Still makes them flourish, strong and fair.

6. None who attend his gates shall find
A God unfaithful or unkind.
Laden with fruits of age, they show
The Lord is holy, just, and true.