I sing not now as once I sang,
In mournful strain,
When clouds of sense dimmed all my skies,
And years were vain.
I sing not so, for God hath given
A glad new song,
Whose wondrous words hang on my lips,
The whole day long,—
A song of truth, effulgent, bright,
With Love's sunshine;
A song of freedom, health, and peace,
Of joy divine.
