Eternal Source of Joys Divine

Eternal source of joys di­vine

To Thee my soul as­pires;

O could I say

The Lord is mine

’Tis all my soul de­sires.

Thy smile can give me real joy

Unmingled and re­fined

Substantial bliss

with­out al­loy

And last­ing as the mind.

Thy smile can gild the shades of woe

Bid stor­my trou­ble cease

Spread the fair dawn of Heav’n be­low

And sweet­en pain to peace.

My hope

my trust

my life

my Lord

Assure me of Thy love;

O speak the kind

trans­port­ing word

And bid my fears re­move.

Then shall my thank­ful pow­ers re­joice

And tri­umph in my God

Till heav’n­ly rap­ture tune my voice

To spread Thy praise abroad.