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42. Joy is a fruit that will not grow
Hymn 42
Joy is a fruit that will not grow In nature’s barren foil; All we can boast, till CHRIST we know, Is and toil.
But where the LORD has planted ; And made his glories known; There fruits of heavenly joy and peace Are found, and there alone.
A bleeding Savior seen by faith, A sense of pard’ning love; A hope that triumphs over death, Give joys like those above.
To take a glimpse within the veil, To know that God is mine; Are springs of joy that never fail, Unspeakably divine!
These are the joys which satisfy, And the mind; Which make the spirit mount on high, And leave the world behind.
No more, believers, mourn your lot, But if you are the LORD’S; Resign to them that know him not, Such joys as earth affords.