In Joyful High and Holy Lays

In joyful high and holy lays
My soul her grateful voice would raise;
But who can sing the worthy praise
Of the wonderful love of Jesus?

A joy by day, a peace by night,
In storms a calm, in darkness light,
In pain a balm, in weakness might,
Is the wonderful love of Jesus.

My hope for pardon when I call,
My trust for lifting when I fall,
In life, in death, my all in all,
Is the wonderful love of Jesus.