LORD, my soul with pleasure springs When Jesus' name I hear; And when God the Spirit brings The word of promise near: Beauties too, in holiness, Still delighted I perceive; Nor have words that can express The joys thy precepts give. Clothed in sanctity and grace, How sweet it is to see Those who love thee as they pass, Or when they wait on thee! Pleasant too, to sit and tell What we owe to love divine; Till our bosoms grateful swell, And eyes begin to shine. Those the comforts I possess, Which God shall still increase, All his ways are pleasantness, And all his paths are peace. Nothing Jesus did or spoke, Henceforth let me ever slight; For I love his easy yoke, And find his burden light. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DANIEL WEBSTER by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES THE RABBIT by ELIZABETH MADOX ROBERTS IDYLLS OF THE KING: GUINEVERE by ALFRED TENNYSON THE HUSBAND'S PETITION by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN SONNET: LOVE'S DEPTH by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON TO FRANCIS JAMMES by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES HUGH STUART BOYD: HIS DEATH, 1848 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |