I must say the title of this hymn caught my attention as I was browsing through cyberhymnal for VBS song ideas. I couldn't help taking a peek at the rest of the lyrics. The words are challenging. Truly, all we have until Christ is our life, is vanity and toil.
Words by John Newton
Joy is a fruit that will not grow In nature’s barren soil; All we can boast, till Christ we know, Is vanity and toil.
But where the Lord has planted grace; And made His glories known; There fruits of heavenly joy and peace Are found, and there alone.
A bleeding Savior seen by faith, A sense of pard’ning love; A hope that triumphs over death, Give joys like those above.
To take a glimpse within the veil, To know that God is mine; Are springs of joy that never fail, Unspeakably divine!
These are the joys which satisfy, And sanctify the mind; Which make the spirit mount on high, And leave the world behind.
No more, believers, mourn your lot, But if you are the Lord’s; Resign to them that know Him not, Such joys as earth affords.