Joy Is a Fruit That Will Not Grow

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.