269. O God, the Spring of All Our Joys

C.M.
by I. Watts
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O God, the spring of all our joys,
 
The life of our delights:
 
The glory of our brightest days,
 
The comfort of our nights.
“As well the singers as the players on instruments shall be there: all my springs are in thee.” (Psalm 87:7)
“Now the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, that ye may abound in hope, through the power of the Holy Ghost.” (Romans 15:13)
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The opened heaven around us throws
 
Fresh beams of sacred bliss,
 
The Savior shows that He is ours,
 
And whispers we are His.
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Our souls would leave this cumbrous clay,
 
At that transporting word;
 
And brightened hope brings near the day,
 
To meet and see the Lord.
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