Sweet is the day of sacred rest No mortal care shall seize my breast Oh may my heart in tune be found Like David's harp 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 sweet employ In that eternal world of joy And every power find sweet employ In that eternal world of joy Da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da-da