| Song | Eternal Source Of Every Joy |
| Album | Christian Hymnal – Series 2 |
| Genre | Praise & Worship |
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| Publisher / Copyrights | John Wesley’s Collection of Hymns |
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| Tags | Eternal Source Of Every Joy |
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Eternal Source Of Every Joy,
Well May Thy Praise Our Lips Employ.
While In Thy Temple We Appear,
Whose Goodness Crowns The Circling Year.
The Flowery Spring At Thy Command
Embalms The Air, And Paints The Land;
The Summer Rays With Vigour Shine
To Raise The Corn, And Cheer The Vine.
Thy Hand In Autumn Richly Pours
Through All Our Coasts Redundant Stores;
And, Winters Softened By Thy Care
No More A Face Of Horror Wear.
Seasons, And Months, And Weeks, And Days,
Demands Successive Songs Of Praise;
Still Be The Cheerful Homage Paid
With Opening Light, And Evening Shade.
Here In Thy House Shall Incense Rise,
As Circling Sabbaths Bless Our Eyes;
Still Will We Make Thy Mercies Known
Around Thy Board, And Round Our Own.
O May Our More Harmonious Tongue
In Worlds Unknown Pursue The Song;
And In Those Brighter Courts Adore
Where Days And Years Revolve No More!
