HYMNS.
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HYMN IX.
Joy to the followers of the Lord !
Thus saith the sure the eternal word.
Not of earth the joy it brings,
Tempered in celestial springs:
’Tis the joy of pardoned sin,
When conscience cries, 'Tis well within;
Tis the joy that fills the breast
When the passions sink to rest:
’Tis a joy that, seated deep,
Leaves not when we sigh and weep;
It spreads itself in virtuous deeds,
With sorrow sighs, in pity bleeds.
