Hymnal: The Christian Hymn-Book
Date: 1829
Compiler: B W Stone and T Adams
Publisher/Printer: N L Finnell
First Line: Joy is a fruit that will not grow
Topic: Rejoicing
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Composer:
Meter: CM
Tune:
Hymn Number: 134
Page Number: 145, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsJoy is a friut 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 glory known,
The fruits of heav'nly joy and peace
Are found , and there alone.
A bleeding Saviour, 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 vail,
To know that God is mine;
Are springs of joy, that never fail,
Unspeakable 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 since you are the Lord's,
Resign to them that know him not,
Such joys as earth affords.