Hymn LVII. Common Metre. Joy and Gratitude

Eternal love! how large the sum, Of blessings from thy hand! To banish sorrow and be blest Is thy supreme command.

Joy is our duty, glory, health, The sunshine of the soul; The best return that we can make To him who plans the whole.

Whatever, Lord, of earthly bliss Thy sovereign will denies, Accepted at thy throne of grace, Let this petition rise.

Give me a calm, a thankful heart, From every murmur free; The blessings of thy grace impart, And make me live to thee.

Let the blest hope that thou art mine My life and death attend; Thy presence thro' my journey shine And crown my journey's end.