The Joy Of The Lord Is The Strength Of His People,
The Sunshine That Banishes Sadness And Gloom,
The Fountain That Bursts In The Desert Of Sorrow
And Sheds O’er The Wilderness Gladness And Bloom.

Oh! The Joy Of The Lord Is Our Strength And Our Song,
Our Sorrow And Sighing Are O’er.
We’ll Rejoice In The Lord; We’ll Rejoice In The Lord,
We’ll Rejoice In The Lord Evermore.

The Joy Of The Lord Is Our Strength For Life’s Burdens,
And Gives To Each Duty A Heavenly Zest.
It Sets To Sweet Music The Task Of The Toiler
And Softens The Couch Of The Labourer’s Rest.

Oh! The Joy Of The Lord Is Our Strength And Our Song,
Our Sorrow And Sighing Are O’er.
We’ll Rejoice In The Lord; We’ll Rejoice In The Lord,
We’ll Rejoice In The Lord Evermore.

The Joy Of The Lord Is Our Strength For Life’s Trials,
And Lifts The Crushed Heart Above Sorrow And Care.
As Nightingales’ Notes It Can Sing In The Darkness,
And Rejoice When The Fig Tree Is Fruitless And Bad.

Oh! The Joy Of The Lord Is Our Strength And Our Song,
Our Sorrow And Sighing Are O’er.
We’ll Rejoice In The Lord; We’ll Rejoice In The Lord,
We’ll Rejoice In The Lord Evermore
We’ll Rejoice In The Lord Evermore.

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