The Only Comfort

Substantial comfort 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 heav'nly 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, Unspeakable!...