Joy is a fruit that will not growIn 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 peaceAre 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.