rich are the moments of blessing

Rich are the moments of blessing

Jesus my Saviour bestows;

pure is the well of salvation

fresh from His mercy that flows.




Ever He walketh beside me,

brightly His sunshine appears,

spreading a beautiful rainbow

over the valley of tears.




Rich are the moments of blessing,

lovely, and hallowed, and sweet,

when from my labour at noon-tide

calmly I rest at His feet.




Why should I ever grow weary?

Why should I faint by the way?

Has He not promised to give me

strength for the toils of the day?




Though by the mist and the shadow

sometimes my sky may be dim,

rich are the moments of blessing

spent in communion with Him