My God, the Spring of All My Joys

My God

the spring of all my joys

The life of my de­lights

The glo­ry of my bright­est days

And com­fort of my nights!

In dark­est shades

if He ap­pear

My dawn­ing is be­gun

He is my soul’s bright morn­ing star

And He my ris­ing sun.

The op­en­ing heav’ns around me shine

With beams of sac­red bliss

While Je­sus shows His heart is mine

And whis­pers

I am His.

My soul would leave this hea­vy clay

At that trans­port­ing word

Run up with joy the shin­ing way

T’embrace my dear­est Lord.

Fearless of hell and ghast­ly death

I’d break through ev­ery foe;

The wings of love and arms of faith

Would bear me con­quer­or through.