1 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.

2 But where the Lord has planted Grace,
And made his Glories known;
There Fruits of Heav'nly Joy and Peace
Are found, and there alone.

3 A bleeding Saviour, seen by Faith,
A Sense of Pard'ning Love,
A Hope that triumphs over Death,
Give Joys like those above.

4 To make a Glimpse within the Vail,
To know that God is mine;
Are Springs of Joy that never fail,
Unspeakably Divine.

5 These are the Joys that satisfy,
And sanctify the Mind;
Which make the spirit mount on High,
And leave the World behind.

6 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.