Lord, How Sweet Thy Joy That Ever Floweth

Lord

how sweet Thy joy that ever flow­eth

Through Thy serv­ants if Thy word we keep.

For Thy Spir­it in us will but flour­ish

If Thy voice is cher­ished by Thy sheep.

’Twas the hour when first my knees were bend­ed

As by faith I knelt be­fore Thy call

That Thy joy this sin­ner first at­tend­ed

And still sets

more deep­ly

as my goal.

Son of God

Thou still­est seas of ang­uish

As in Thee my fears and trou­ble cease.

By Thy blood the ev­il one was van­quished.

By Thy blood I know a heav’n­ly peace.

For the cross hath torn the veil asun­der

To re­veal God’s com­fort in Thy face

If my mind Thy word of hope is un­der

And my heart is shield­ed by the faith.

Seed of Life

Thy word in me was plant­ed

That Thy Spir­it once did ger­min­ate

And Thy love there­in to me was grant­ed

As to all who from death’s hold es­cape.

O Thy love’s first sprout­ing I re­mem­ber;

May that me­mo­ry help me cling to Thee

That my serv­ice to Thy bo­dy’s mem­bers

Might a stea­dy light of wit­ness be.

In my heart the Spir­it’s Abba

Fa­ther

Lifts my eye to watch be­yond the clouds

Where the fear­some Judge of Si­nai’s al­tar

Bends to dine with me ’neath Mam­re’s bough.

Love has ban­ished fear of con­dem­na­tion

For I know the cleans­ing of Thy blood

That se­cured di­vine pro­pi­ti­ation

And ac­cept­ance full in God’s Be­loved.

Father God

Thou giv­est life in Je­sus

And have saved me from the wrath to come.

I con­fess Thy ran­som for my serv­ice

Daily pales the la­bor I have done.

May Thy Spir­it strength­en me yet fur­ther

And my life dis­play Thy set­tled love

’Till the praise of peace arise in fer­vor

With re­sound­ing joy sent from ab­ove.