Devotion

Lyrics

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.

Then shall I share a glorious part,
When grace hath well refined my heart,
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 ev’ry pow’r find sweet employ,
In that eternal world of joy.