Rejoice, believer, in the Lord,
Who makes thy cause his own;
Reliance on his holy word
Cannot be overthrown.
Though many foes beset thy road,
And feeble is thine arm,
Thy life is hid with Christ in God,
Beyond the reach of harm.
Weak as thou art, thou shalt not faint,
Or fainting, shalt not die;
The hope and strength of every saint,
Will aid thee from on high.
He who all trials overcame,
Still watcheth over thee;
And, trusting in his blessed name,
Triumphant thou shalt be.
Fountain of mercy! God of love!
How rich thy bounties are !
The varied seasons, as they move,
Proclaim thy constant care.
The Spring's sweet breath, O Lord, was
thine,
All nature to renew;
Jesus, the name that charms our fears,
That bids our sorrows cease,-
'Tis music in the sinner's ears,
"Tis life, and health, and peace.
He speaks, and, listening to his voice,
New life the dead receive;
The mournful, broken hearts rejoice,
The humble poor believe.
Hear him, ye deaf; his praise, ye dumb
Your loosened tongues employ ;
Ye blind, behold your Saviour come,
And leap, ye lame, for joy.
Come, ye who know and fear the Lord,
And raise your thoughts above;
Let every heart and voice accord,
To sing that God is Love.
This precious truth his word declares,
And all his mercies prove;
Thou gav'st the summer's sun to shine, The Saviour of mankind appears,
And sent the rain and dew.
Thy wondrous mercies from above,
Matured the swelling grain;
A kindly harvest crop
To show that God is Love.
In all his doings, he displayed
The spirit of the dove;