Joy is a fruit that will not grow
In nature’s barren soil;
All we can boast, till Christ we know,
Is vanity and toil. But where the Lord has planted grace;
And made His glories known;
There fruits of heavenly joy and peace
Are found, and there alone. A bleeding Savior seen by faith,
A sense of pard’ning love;
A hope that triumphs over death,
Give joys like those above. To take a glimpse within the veil,
To know that God is mine;
Are springs of joy that never fail,
Unspeakably divine! These are the joys which satisfy,
And sanctify the mind;
Which make the spirit mount on high,
And leave the world behind. No more, believers, mourn your lot,
But if you are the Lord’s;
Resign to them that know Him not,
Such joys as earth affords. |
