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The Song of His Joy

Wondrous joy, thy joy, Lord Jesus

Author: T. P.; Translator: Frances Bevan (1899)
Published in 3 hymnals

Representative Text

Wondrous joy, Thy joy, Lord Jesus,
Deep, eternal, pure, and bright—
Thou alone the Man of Sorrows,
Thus couldst tell of joy aright.

Lord, we know that joy, that gladness,
Which in fulness Thou hast given—
Sharing all that countless treasure,
We on earth with Thee in Heaven.

... Even as He went before us
Through the wilderness below.
So, in strength unworn, unfailing,
Onward also would we go.

All the earth a desert round Him,
All His springs in God alone;
Every heart, save God’s heart only,
Making discord with His own.

There to walk alone, rejoicing—
Through the ruin and the sin;
Darkness of the midnight round Him,
Glory of God’s love within.

From no lower fountain flowing
Than the heart of God above,
All the gladness of that glory,
All the power of that love.

Onward to the cross rejoicing,
Where all powers of evil met,
Giving thanks ’midst deepest darkness
That God’s love was deeper yet.

Then ascended in the glory,
By that love’s unfailing spring,
There to sing the song of triumph,
There the song of songs to sing.

Hearken to that hymn of glory
Filling all the holy place,
Golden psalm of Him who looketh
On the Father’s blessed face.

Voice of measureless rejoicing,
Joy unmingled, deep and clear,
Wonder to the listening Heavens,
Music to the Father’s ear.

Won in travail of His Spirit,
Agony, and shame, and blood,
That blest place beside the Father,
Nearest to the heart of God.

Won for me! my praises leading,
Jesus sings that song divine;
All His joy my own for ever,
All His peace for ever mine.

What though drought be all around me,
Desert land on every side—
With that spring of love and gladness
Shall I not be satisfied?

Hymns of Ter Steegen and Others (Second Series), 1899

Author: T. P.

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Translator: Frances Bevan

Bevan, Emma Frances, née Shuttleworth, daughter of the Rev. Philip Nicholas Shuttleworth, Warden of New Coll., Oxford, afterwards Bishop of Chichester, was born at Oxford, Sept. 25, 1827, and was married to Mr. R. C. L. Bevan, of the Lombard Street banking firm, in 1856. Mrs. Bevan published in 1858 a series of translations from the German as Songs of Eternal Life (Lond., Hamilton, Adams, & Co.), in a volume which, from its unusual size and comparative costliness, has received less attention than it deserves, for the trs. are decidedly above the average in merit. A number have come into common use, but almost always without her name, the best known being those noted under “O Gott, O Geist, O Licht dea Lebens," and "Jedes Herz will etwas… Go to person page >

Text Information

First Line: Wondrous joy, thy joy, Lord Jesus
Title: The Song of His Joy
Author: T. P.
Translator: Frances Bevan (1899)
Language: English



Instances (1 - 3 of 3)
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Hymns of Grace and Truth #55

Hymns of Grace and Truth. 2nd ed. #d377

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Hymns of Ter Steegen and Others (Second Series) #47

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