Isaac Watts · 459 of 724
Hymn 101
Who can describe the joys that rise Through all the courts of Paradise, To see a prodigal return, To see an heir of glory born?
With joy the Father doth approve The fruit of his eternal love; The Son with joy looks down and sees The purchase of his agonies.
The Spirit takes delight to view The holy soul he formed anew; And and angels join to sing, The growing empire of their King.
