The joy of Jehovah is the jewel in the crown,
To what can I compare it—a gift of such renown;
It lifts me high above the clouds, to where the eagles soar,
How I long to have this gift, for now and evermore.

The joy of Jehovah is sweet balm for my soul,
It burns within my every bone, just like a fiery coal;
I feel like Jeremiah—I cannot hold it in!
Like new wine, it does not burst forth with such vigour and such vim!

The joy of Jehovah the world can never know,
A wondrous cup filled to the brim that truly overflows!
I praise and thank my Father for such a perfect prize,
That keeps his spirit flowing 'till I see him with my eyes!

'Where Eagles Gather' by Rosemary Page