The Highest Joy

The high­est joy that can be known

To those who heav’n­ward wend—

It is the Word of Life to own

And God to have as friend;

It is the Word of Life to own

And God to have as friend.

The Word doth give me wealth un­told

All good it has in store;

My deep­est sor­rows lose their hold

To joys for­ev­er­more;

My deep­est sor­rows loose their hold

To joys for­ev­er­more.

How oft­en when in deep des­pair

My soul has been re­stored

And when the tempt­er would en­snare

’Twould strength to stand af­ford;

And when the tempt­er would en­snare

’Twould strength to stand af­ford.

It tells me of a love di­vine

How Je­sus’ blood was shed;

Each day this joy­ous song is mine

As paths of grace I tread;

Each day this joy­ous song is mine

As paths of grace I tread.

When stars above shall shine no more

God’s Word is still my light;

When plea­sures of this world are o’er

My joys shall reach their height;

When plea­sures of this world are o’er

My joys shall reach their height.