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.