June 15, 2019 (Saturday)
This blog usually features a hymn on Saturdays and Sundays, and occasionally hymns accompany other blogs as well. Today I have found an old hymn I had never heard. I love the “bouncy” tune and the great message. It would be a wonderful congregational hymn. I’m sure that once people became acquainted with it, they would love singing it. My thanks to Dwight for showing me how to play an audio file while displaying the words of the hymn.
ADORATION
Clara M. Brooks
Daniel O. Teasley
1911
I have found the joy of God,
In His sacred, blest abode,
Oh, the comfort of the peace that fills my soul!
And a day His courts within,
Far exceedeth all in sin,
In His secret presence I’m abiding.
Refrain:
I shall see Him, I shall see Him,
I shall see Him in His beauty over there;
In His likeness I’ll behold Him,
He is waiting for me at the portals.
Of my life the fountain spring,
Now my all to Thee I bring,
Thou, O Lord, art all my heart’s supreme delight!
Whom have I in heav’n but Thee?
None on earth so dear to me,
Thou alone art altogether lovely.
How the heav’nly chorus rings,
While my heart in rapture sings
Sweetest anthems of my Savior’s joyful praise;
He’s the fairest of the fair,
Nothing can with Him compare,
He’s to me the chief among ten thousand.
Take the world, for Christ is mine,
In His kingdom I would shine,
Let me labor all my days and years for Him:
Perfect love and bliss abound
In His presence, I have found,
Life is joy supreme and full of glory.Click here to hear this 108-year-old hymn.
Clara M. Brooks
Daniel O. Teasley
1911
I have found the joy of God,
In His sacred, blest abode,
Oh, the comfort of the peace that fills my soul!
And a day His courts within,
Far exceedeth all in sin,
In His secret presence I’m abiding.
Refrain:
I shall see Him, I shall see Him,
I shall see Him in His beauty over there;
In His likeness I’ll behold Him,
He is waiting for me at the portals.
Of my life the fountain spring,
Now my all to Thee I bring,
Thou, O Lord, art all my heart’s supreme delight!
Whom have I in heav’n but Thee?
None on earth so dear to me,
Thou alone art altogether lovely.
How the heav’nly chorus rings,
While my heart in rapture sings
Sweetest anthems of my Savior’s joyful praise;
He’s the fairest of the fair,
Nothing can with Him compare,
He’s to me the chief among ten thousand.
Take the world, for Christ is mine,
In His kingdom I would shine,
Let me labor all my days and years for Him:
Perfect love and bliss abound
In His presence, I have found,
Life is joy supreme and full of glory.