In Thy presence is fullness of joy; at Thy right hand there are pleasures for evermore. Psalm 16:11
Words: Ada M. Shaw, in The Epworth Hymnal No. 3, edited by J. M. Black (New York: Eaton & Mains, 1900), page 2.
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All the day my heart is singing,
Not a throb of care I know,
For the Master’s feet have trodden
Every path He bids me go.
In the Lord is all my joy,
Blessèd Savior, Friend divine!
Glad the songs my heart has known,
Since this Jesus has been mine.
Thro’ the night my heart keeps singing,
Sheltered in His secret place,
Midnight is as bright as noonday,
By the glory of His face.
When I reach that land of promise,
Sweeter strains my lips shall frame,
But the theme will still be Jesus,
Glory! glory! to His name!