The high­est joy that can be known
To those who heav’n­ward wend—
It is the Word of Life to own,
And God to have as friend;
It is the Word of Life to own,
And God to have as friend.

The Word doth give me wealth un­told,
All good it has in store;
My deep­est sor­rows lose their hold
To joys for­ev­er­more;
My deep­est sor­rows loose their hold
To joys for­ev­er­more.

How oft­en when in deep des­pair
My soul has been re­stored,
And when the tempt­er would en­snare
’Twould strength to stand af­ford;
And when the tempt­er would en­snare
’Twould strength to stand af­ford.

It tells me of a love di­vine,
How Je­sus’ blood was shed;
Each day this joy­ous song is mine
As paths of grace I tread;
Each day this joy­ous song is mine
As paths of grace I tread.

When stars above shall shine no more
God’s Word is still my light;
When plea­sures of this world are o’er,
My joys shall reach their height;
When plea­sures of this world are o’er,
My joys shall reach their height.