JOY! JOY! JOY!

JOY! JOY! JOY!

Can I describe the joy of one
Alive to Christ the King;
Put down in words the feeling,
As hearts, enraptured sing?

It’s like the soaring of the eagle
On wings that catch the air;
That can’t be seen by human eyes,
Yet, he knows it’s there!

Like the song of birds in springtime,
When it seems their throats would burst;
So, let the songs of Zion ring,
Though Satan does his worst!

It’s like the peaceful cooing
Of the gentle dove,
When peace, through Christ our saviour,
Floods our hearts with love!

Like the hummingbird a-feeding
From the fragrance of the flower;
So, our Jesus, Rose of Sharon,
Is our sweetness, hour by hour!

Then like the little mockingbird
Who borrows what he sings,
The joy of Christ floods through our hearts;
Makes beggars feel like kings.

Yet all the songs of all the birds
And all the angels too,
Cannot portray such joy and peace,
It must be felt by you!

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