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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=560162" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Joy To The Followers of The Lord</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=560162" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Joy to the followers of the Lord!<br>Thus saith the sure the eternal word.<br>Not of earth the joy it brings,<br>Tempered in celestial springs:<br>'Tis the joy of pardoned sin,<br>When conscience cries, 'Tis well within;<br>'Tis the joy that fills the breast<br>When the passions sink to rest:<br>'Tis a joy that, seated deep,<br>Leaves not when we sigh and weep;<br>It spreads itself in virtuous deeds,<br>With sorrow sighs, in pity bleeds.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=560162" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Stern and awful are its tones<br>When the patriot martyr groans,<br>And the throbbing pulse beats high<br>To rapture, mixed with agony.<br>A tenderer, softer form it wears,<br>Dissolved in love, dissolved in tears,<br>When humble souls a Saviour greet,<br>And sinners clasp the mercy-seat.<br>'Tis joy e'en here! a budding flower,<br>Struggling with snows and storm and shower,<br>And waits the moment to expand,<br>Transplanted to its native land.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Anna+Laetitia+Barbauld">Anna Laetitia Barbauld</a></strong></div>

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