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Joy
The joy Thou giv'st no man can take awayFor it is born of him who lives within
He comes the power of death o'er all to slay
And cleanse the heart of every secret sin
Thou shalt not see his face and mourn again
Save that thy mourning works thee double joy
For he can rich reward thy slightest pain
And give thee hope when sorrows here annoy
Come know with me the riches of his grace
Freely he offers them to all beside
And he will show us soon his Father's face
And bid the stream of grief however wide
Its waters here may roll, be dry and we
No more within its waves tossed to and fro shall be
Poem No. 516; fall 1838–summer 1839
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