In studying Psalm 92 a Psalm or Song for the Sabbath day, I came across these beautiful words in The Works of the Reverend and Learned Isaac Watts, D.D.


“Sweet is the work, my God, my King,

To Praise thy name, give thanks, and sing;

To shew thy love by morning light,

And talk of all thy truth at night.”


Sweet is the day of sacred rest,

No mortal cares shall seize my breast;

O may my heart in tune be found

Like David’s harp of solemn sound!


My heart shall triumph in my Lord,

And bless his works, and bless his word;

Thy works of grace how bright they shine!

How deep thy counsels! how divine!


Fools never raise their thoughts so high;

Like brutes they live, like brutes they die;

Like grass they flourish, till thy breath

Blast them in everlasting death.


But I shall share a glorious part

When grace hath well refin’d my heart,

And fresh supplies of joy are she,

Like holy oil, to cheer my head.


Sin (my worst enemy before)

Shall vex my eyes and ears no more;

My inward foes shall all be slain,

Nor Satan break my peace again.


Then shall I see, and hear, and know

All I desir’d or wish’d below;

And every power find sweet employ

In that eternal world of joy.