IV
My joy its gladness sings
In notes His voice awakes,—
A joy no effort can attain,
That thrills alike in loss and gain,
And when the world forsakes.
V
Thou Christ art all I need,
Of all my bliss the spring;
More fulness in Thy grace is found,
My joy its gladness sings
In notes His voice awakes,—
A joy no effort can attain,
That thrills alike in loss and gain,
And when the world forsakes.
Thou Christ art all I need,
Of all my bliss the spring;
More fulness in Thy grace is found,