O JOYFUL sound of gospel grace! Christ shall in me appear; I, even I, shall see...

O JOYFUL sound of gospel grace! Christ shall in me appear; I, even I, shall see his face, I shall be holy here.

This heart shall be his constant home; I hear his Spirit's cry, " Surely," he saith, " I quickly come," He saith, who cannot lie.

The glorious crown of righteousness To me reached out I view; Conqueror through him, I soon shall seize, And wear it as my due.

The promised land, from Pisgah's top, I now exult to see; My hope is full (O glorious hope!) Of immortality.

He visits now the house of clay, He shakes his future home; O wouldst thou, Lord, on this glad day, Into thy temple come!

With me, I know, I feel, thou art; But this cannot suffice, Unless thou plantest in my heart A constant paradise.

My earth thou waterest from on high, But make it all a pool; Spring up, O well, I ever cry, Spring up within my soul!

Come, O my God, thyself reveal, Fill all this mighty void; Thou only canst my spirit fill: Come, O my God, my God!

Fulfil, fulfil my large desires, Large as infinity; Give, give me all my soul requires, All, all that is in thee!