What Joy There Is

What joy there is in com­ing

To God’s own courts so fair

Where faith­ful souls are bloom­ing

Like li­lies in His care!

They raise their cha­lic­es ten­der

For Heav’n’s re­fresh­ing dew

’Mid bless­ings God doth ren­der

They life and strength re­new.

’Mid bless­ings God doth ren­der

They life and strength re­new.

How beau­ti­ful the un­ion

Of souls re­deemed and free

Who hold with God com­mun­ion

In faith and pur­ity!

While songs of praise are fill­ing

Their sac­red place of rest

Who then can be un­will­ing

To join their cir­cle blest?

Who then can be un­will­ing

To join their cir­cle blest?

Come

see the Lord’s sal­va­tion

And taste His love sin­cere;

Come

pray with­out ces­sa­tion

Watch with His peo­ple here.

Outside

the world makes mer­ry

Unhappy ’mid its toys

But in God’s sanc­tu­ary

The soul finds heav’n­ly joys.

But in God’s sanc­tu­ary

The soul finds heav’n­ly joys.

May ne’er my foot­steps fal­ter

Tow’rd night away from day;

My light shines from God’s al­tar

My sun I’ll seek al­way.

Here in His pre­sence glo­ri­ous

It is so good to be—

Let here my soul vic­tor­ious

Its ta­ber­na­cle see.

Let here my soul vic­tor­ious

Its ta­ber­na­cle see.