Hymn 42
John Newton
8,6,8,6
The joy of the Lord is your strength.
Neh 9:1055 Joy is a fruit that will not grow In nature’s barren foil; 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. | |