Fullness Of Joy - Part 2

O Lord, 'twas sweet the thought That Thou wast mine; But brighter still the joy That I am Thine!

Thine own, O Lord, the fruit, The cherished fruit, Of Thine all perfect love! No passing root

Of evil e'er will dim Thy cloudless rays; But a full heart pour forth Thine endless praise!

Nor what is next Thy heart Can we forget - Thy saints, O Lord, with Thee In glory met,

(Perfect in comeliness Before Thy face - Th'eternal witness all Of Thine own grace),

Together then their songs Of endless praise, With one harmonious voice, In joy shall raise!

O joy supreme and full, Where sunless day Sheds forth, with light divine, Its cloudless ray!