Moments of Blessing

Rich are the mo­ments of bless­ing

Jesus my Sav­ior be­stows;

Pure is the well of sal­va­tion

Fresh from His mer­cy that flows.

Ever He walk­eth be­side me

Brightly His sun­shine ap­pears

Spreading a beau­ti­ful rain­bow

Over the val­ley of tears.

Rich are the mo­ments of bless­ing

Lovely

and hal­lowed

and sweet

When from my la­bor at noon­tide

Calmly I rest at His feet.

Why should I ev­er grow wea­ry?

Why should I faint by the way?

Has He not pro­mised to give me

Strength for the toils of the day?

Though by the mist and the sha­dow

Sometimes my sky may be dim

Rich are the mo­ments of bless­ing

Spent in com­mun­ion with Him.