Scripture Verse

My heart greatly rejoiceth, and with my song will I praise Him. Psalm 28:7


Words: Fan­ny Cros­by, 1894.

Music: F. Bur­gette Short (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know where to get a good pho­to of Short (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),

Fanny Crosby (1820–1915)


Oh the joy that we may know
When unit­ed here be­low—
We are march­ing to the pa­lace of the King;
With our faith se­rene­ly bright,
Every bur­den will be light,
And to­ge­ther of His mer­cy we shall sing.


Sing the song, the hap­py song,
That fills with joy the realms of glo­ry,
Sing the song, the hap­py song,
And praise, and praise His name for­ev­er­more.

Oh, the rap­ture of the soul,
Tho’ the stor­my bil­lows roll,
If in Je­sus we are shel­tered from alarms;
We can shout aloud His praise,
Who di­rect­ed all our ways,
For be­neath us are His ev­er­last­ing arms.


Oh, the tran­quil peace and love
That He giv­eth from above,
And the com­fort that His sac­red pre­sence brings;
When He calls His own apart,
And com­munes with ev­ery heart,
While we rest be­neath the sha­dow of His wings.


When our jour­ney here is past,
And the twi­light comes at last,
When the deep­er shades of ev­en­ing shall des­cend;
What a morn­ing will be ours,
In those ne­ver fad­ing bow­ers,
When we join the nob­ler song that ne’er shall end.