269. O God, the Spring of All Our Joys
C.M.
by I. Watts
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)
The opened heaven around us throws
Fresh beams of sacred bliss,
The Savior shows that He is ours,
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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