My God, the spring of all my joys,
The life of my delights,

My God, the spring of all my joys,
The life of my delights,
The glory of my brightest days,
And comfort of my nights!

In darkest shades, if thou appear,
My dawning is begun;
Thou art my souls bright morning star,
And thou my rising sun.

The opening heavens around me shine
With beams of sacred bliss,
If Jesus shows his mercy mine,
And whispers I am his.

My soul would leave this heavy clay
At that transporting word;
Run up with joy the shining way,
To see and praise my Lord.

Fearless of hell and ghastly death,
I'd break through every foe,
The wings of love, and arms of faith,
Would bear me conqueror through.

~ Isaac Watts

 

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