There's joy in the radiant morning,
And in the sunshine's gold,
Joy in the dew-washed meadows,
And blossoms that unfold.
Joy in the lilting bird songs
That gratefully arise,
Joy in watching fleecy clouds
Sailing across blue skies.
There's joy in children's laughter,
Their merry shouts of glee,
And in the happy faces
That everywhere we see,
But the joy that is far sweeter,
The joy that Jesus gave,
The joy that is ever with us,
Ready to heal and save,
Is the joy of Love's dear presence,
Its tenderness and grace,
That we find as we look upward
Into our Father's face.
