Rich are the mo­ments of bless­ing
Jesus my Sav­ior be­stows;
Pure is the well of sal­va­tion
Fresh from His mer­cy that flows.

Refrain

Ever He walk­eth be­side me,
Brightly His sun­shine ap­pears,
Spreading a beau­ti­ful rain­bow
Over the val­ley of tears.

Rich are the mo­ments of bless­ing,
Lovely, and hal­lowed, and sweet,
When from my la­bor at noon­tide
Calmly I rest at His feet.

Refrain

Why should I ev­er grow wea­ry?
Why should I faint by the way?
Has He not pro­mised to give me
Strength for the toils of the day?

Refrain

Though by the mist and the sha­dow
Sometimes my sky may be dim,
Rich are the mo­ments of bless­ing
Spent in com­mun­ion with Him.

Refrain