than this everlasting bliss.
Freely was it given
When our sins were forgiven.
This great gift of sovereign joy
Is far beyond any earthly toy
Over all my thoughts does it reign
Through the days of sun and the days of rain.
What comfort does it bring
As though all the birds would sing
and trumpet the sound of its praise
Forever and ever to the end of days.
This joy points only to Grace
So that we may continue to seek his face.
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