As the golden hours are flying,
Let us use them all for Him;
On His gracious arm relying,
When the way grows dark and dim.
On the clouds of care and sadness
Will the bow of hope appear,
And we sing in trustful gladness,
There is joy with Jesus near.
Joy unfading, heav'nly treasure,
Growing sweeter all the way;
As His grace, in royal measure,
Helps us onward, day by day.
Passing thro' the lonely valley,
Leaning on the Shepherd true,
Then will faith its forces rally;
There'll be joy with heav'n in view.
"There is joy in Him we love"
Lyrics E.E. Hewitt
Music J.Howard Entwisle