Lord, how sweet Thy joy that ever floweth
Through Thy servants if Thy word we keep.
For Thy Spi­rit in us will but flourish
If Thy voice is cherished by Thy sheep.
’Twas the hour when first my knees were bended,
As by faith I knelt before Thy call,
That Thy joy this sinner first attended,
And still sets, more deeply, as my goal.

Son of God, Thou stillest seas of anguish,
As in Thee my fears and trouble cease.
By Thy blood the evil one was vanquished.
By Thy blood I know a heav’nly peace.
For the cross hath torn the veil asunder
To reveal God’s comfort in Thy face,
If my mind Thy word of hope is under,
And my heart is shielded by the faith.

Seed of Life, Thy word in me was planted
That Thy Spi­rit once did germinate,
And Thy love therein to me was granted,
As to all who from death’s hold escape.
O Thy love’s first sprouting I remember;
May that memory help me cling to Thee,
That my service to Thy body’s members
Might a steady light of witness be.

In my heart the Spi­rit’s Abba, Fa­ther
Lifts my eye to watch beyond the clouds,
Where the fearsome Judge of Sinai’s altar
Bends to dine with me ’neath Mamre’s bough.
Love has banished fear of condemnation,
For I know the cleansing of Thy blood,
That secured divine propitiation
And acceptance full in God’s Beloved.

Father God, Thou givest life in Je­sus
And have saved me from the wrath to come.
I confess Thy ransom for my service
Daily pales the labor I have done.
May Thy Spi­rit strengthen me yet further
And my life display Thy settled love,
’Till the praise of peace arise in fervor
With resounding joy sent from above.