Thomas Curtis Clark — God gave me joy in the common things…

God give me joy in the common things:
In the dawn that lures, the eve that sings.
In the new grass sparkling after rain,
In the late wind’s wild and weird refrain;
In the springtime’s spacious field of gold,
In the precious light by winter doled…
God give me joy in the tasks that press,
In the memories that burn and bless;
In the thought that life has love to spend,
In the faith that God’s at journey’s end.
Thomas Curtis Clark

Samuel Dickey Gordon — Joy is distinctly a Christian word…

Joy is distinctly a Christian word and a Christian thing.  It is the reverse of happiness.  Happiness is the result of what happens of an agreeable sort.  Joy has its springs deep down inside.  And that spring never runs dry, no matter what happens.  Only Jesus gives that joy.  He had joy, singing its music within, even under the shadow of the cross.  It is an unknown word and thing except as He has sway within.
Samuel Dickey Gordon

Ralph Sockman — The service of the Holy Spirit…

The service of the Holy Spirit is that He helps us to distinguish pleasure from happiness and develop real joy.  There are many experiences which give us temporary pleasure but do not add up to abiding satisfaction.  Their thrills pass quickly, and sometimes leave a trail of regret and remorse.  Some of our sense pleasures are like lightning flashes, while true joy is like the sunlight.
Ralph Sockman

A. P. Gouthey — Joy is a deep spiritual union…

Joy is a deep spiritual union with the unchanging God.  A man’s life, said Jesus Christ, is not fulfilled, nor is it filled full of, nor by, the abundance of things which he possesses.  Here is one of the most important statements ever given to a bewildered, heart-hungry world.  Joy, then, is a living spring hidden deep in the inner life that is no more dependent upon things than the sunrise is dependent upon a cock’s crowing.
A. P. Gouthey

Adelaide Anne Proctor — I thank thee more that all our joy…

I thank thee more that all our joy is touched with pain;
That shadows fall on brightest hours, that thorns remain;
So that earth’s bliss may be our guide, and not our chain.

For thou, who knowest, Lord, how soon our weak heart clings,
Hast given us joys, tender and true, yet all with wings;
So that we see, gleaming on high, diviner things.

Adelaide Anne Proctor