The joy of the Lord is your strength by John Newton

Joy is a fruit that will not grow

In nature’s barren soil;

All we can boast, till Christ we know,

Is vanity and toil.

But where the Lord has planted grace;

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 sanctify 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.