Hymnal: Psalms Hymns and Spiritual Songs
Date: 1853
Compiler: Alexander Campbell
Publisher/Printer: A Campbell
First Line: Joy is a fruit that will not grow
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Hymn Number: Song 397
Page Number: 452, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsJOY is a fruit that will not grow
In nature's barren soil;
All we can boast, till Christ we know,
Is vanity and toil.
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 veil,
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, believer, mourn thy lot;
O thou who art the Lord's!
Resign to those who know him not
Such joys as earth affords.