Joy

Joy

O Christ,

All Thy ways of mercy tend to and end in my delight.

Thou didst weep, sorrow, suffer that I might rejoice.

For my joy Thou hast sent the Comforter,

multiplied Thy promises,

shown me my future happiness,

given me a living fountain.

Thou art preparing joy for me and me for joy;

I pray for joy, wait for joy, long for joy;

give me more than I can hold, desire, or think of.

Measure out to me my times and degrees of joy, 

at my work, business, duties.

If I weep at night, give me joy in the morning.

Let me rest in the thought of Thy love,

pardon for sin,

my title to heaven,

my future unspotted state.

From The Valley of Vision