And life from this glad hour, new life, is mine.
2 No earthly joy can lure my quiet soul from Thee ;
This deep delight, so pure, is heaven to me.
3 My joyful song of praise in sweet
content I sing ;
To Thee the note I raise, my King ! my King !
4 I cannot tell the art by which such bliss is given ;
I know Thou hast my heart, and I have heaven.
5 O peace----O holy rest, O balmy breath of love !
heart, divinest, best----Thy depth I prove !
6 I ask this gift of Thee----- a life all lily-fair,
And fragrant as the place where seraphs are.