1 Now shall my inward joys arise,
And burst into a song,
Almighty love inspires my heart
And pleasure tunes my tongue.
2 Oh shine on this benighted heart,
With beams of mercy shine,
And let the healing voice impart
A taste of joys divine.
3 Oh for this love let rocks and hills
Their lasting silence break,
And all harmonious human tongues
The Savior's praises speak.
4 Angels assist our mighty joys,
Strike all your harps of gold,
And when you raise your highest notes,
This love shall e'er be told.
5 The generous fruits that never fail
On trees immortal grow;
There rocks and hills and brooks and vales
With milk and honey flow.
|First Line:||Now shall my inward joys arise|
|Title:||Now Shall My Inward Joys Arise|
|Topic:||Angels; Healing; Joy(6 more...)|
|Notes:||St. 1 by Isaac Watts, St. 2 is by Anne Steele (from "O thou whose tender mercy hears"), St. 3 and 4 are by Isaac Watts (from "Plunged in a gulf of dark despair") St. 5 is by Samuel Stennett (from "On Jordan's stormy bank I stand")|