Crown of Joy

Rescued by the Lord From the power of the grave, I wear the robe of victory, And a crown of joy. The Lord showed His power Over the prowlers in the dark. In great panic they fled At the blast of His breath. His victory over my foes Filled me with strength. Tears vanished like a dream, Fears, like a night vision. I'd thought all was gone When hope fled with threat of death. Then He appeared with a summer smile, My life surged, blossomed again Now, I bask in His salvation, Assured of the life He has given. Now, I rest in His bosom, Crowned with joy. (Isaiah 35:10)