Blessed assurance Jesus is mine! O what a foretaste of glory divine!
Thy justice like mountains high soaring above thy clouds which are fountains of goodness and love.
This is my Father’s world: He shines in all that’s fair; In the rustling grass I hear Him pass; He speaks to me everywhere.
Then let our songs abound, and every tear be dry; we’re marching through Emmanuel’s ground to fairer worlds on high.
Based on Psalm 23, “The Lord is my shepherd…”
O gratefully sing, his power and his love.
It is said that Toplady wrote this hymn one day when caught in a thunderstorm. He took shelter in a cleft in a rock and there he wrote the hymn.
Jesus, Thou joy of loving hearts, Thou fount of life, Thou light of men, from the best bliss that earth imparts, we turn unfilled to Thee again.
I come with joy to meet my Lord, forgiven, loved and free.