And talk of all thy truth at night.
2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest,
No mortal care shall seize my breast;
O! may my heart in tune be found,
Like David’s harp of solemn sound.
3 My heart shall triumph in the Lord,
And bless his works, and bless his word;
Thy works of grace, how bright they shine!
How deep thy counsels! how divine.
4 Lord! I shall share a glorious part,