Happy the Heart Where Graces Reign

Happy the heart where grac­es reign

Where love in­spires the breast;

Love is the bright­est of the train

And strength­ens all the rest.

Knowledge

alas! ’tis all in vain

And all in vain our fear;

Our stub­born sins will fight and reign

If love be ab­sent there.

’Tis love that makes our cheer­ful feet

In swift obe­di­ence move;

The de­vils know and trem­ble

too

But Sa­tan can­not love.

This is the grace that lives and sings

When faith and hope shall cease;

’Tis this shall strike our joy­ful strings

In sweet­est realms of bliss.

Before we quite for­sake our clay

Or leave this dark abode

The wings of love bear us away

To see our smil­ing God.