Happy is the Time

O Lord, happy is the time
When in Your love I'll ever rest;
When from my weariness I climb
To Your tender ever-loving breast.

The nights of sorrow ends right where
You rays outshine the distant sun;
And in Your pardon and in Your care
Our place in the third heaven is won.

Let the world call itself my foe,
Let the world become a distant blur.
I am eager for the world I'll go
To my Savior who is always sure.

When Your Law threatens endless death
Upon the dreadful awful hill
Quickly from its consuming breath
My soul will mount much higher still.


And when life's fiercest storms are sent
Upon life's wildest grievous seas;
Humbly I will be confident
That my own life's only held by Thee.