1 Yes, there are joys that cannot die,
With God laid up in store;
Treasure, beyond the changing sky,
Brighter than golden ore.
2 The seeds which piety and love
Have scatter'd here below,
In the fair, fertile fields above,
To ample harvests grow.
3 The mite my willing hands can give,
At Jesus' feet I lay;
Grace shall the humble gift receive,
And grace at large repay.
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First Line: | Yes, there are joys that cannot die |
Meter: | C. M. |
Publication Date: | 1828 |
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Topic: | Collections; Providing Bags that wax not old |