Sweet is the day of sacred rest
No mortal care shall seize my breast
Oh make my heart to be found
Like David's heart of solemn sound
Now shall I share a glorious part
When grace has well defined my heart
And fresh supplies of joy are shed
Like holy oil to cheer my head
And fresh supplies of joy are shed
Like holy oil to cheer my head
Then shall I see and hear and know
All I desired and wished below
And every power find speed employed
In that eternal world of joy
And every power find speed employed
In that eternal world of joy