The Joys Which Satisfy
John Newton, 1725-1807
Joy is a fruit that will not grow
In nature's barren soil;
All we can boast, till Christ we know,
Is vanity and toil.
But where the Lord has planted grace,
And made His glories known;
There fruits of heavenly joy and peace
Are found, and there alone.
A bleeding Savior, seen by faith,
A sense of pardoning love,
A hope that triumphs over death,
Gives joys like those above.
To take a glimpse within the veil,
To know that God is mine,
Are springs of joy that never fail,
Unspeakable, divine!
These are the joys which satisfy,
And sanctify the mind;
Which make the spirit mount on high,
And leave the world behind.
No more, believers, mourn your lot,
But if you are the Lord's,
Resign to them that know Him not
Such joys as earth affords.
