This is an old prayer that trusts God to give his children joy. The joy that this prayer seeks can be experienced regardless of one’s situation and is based on God’s grace. Climactically, the joy prayed for in this prayer has its eyes fixed on the joys of heaven.

O Risen Christ, 
All your ways of mercy tend to and end in my delight. You wept and suffered that I might rejoice. 
For my joy, you sent the Comforter, the Holy Spirit. 
You have shown me my future happiness, 
And have given me a living fountain. 
You are preparing joy for me and me for joy. 
I pray for joy, wait for joy, and long for joy. 
Give me more than I can hold, desire, or think of. 
Measure out to me my needed degrees of joy, 
At my work, at my leisure, and in all my duties to which I must attend. If I weep at night, give me joy in the morning. 
Let me rest in the thought of your love, your pardon for sin, My title to heaven, and your unchanging favor. 
I am an unworthy recipient of your grace. 
I often disesteem your blood and slight your kindness, But can, in contrition and repentance, 
Draw water from the wells of your joyous forgiveness. Now let my heart leap towards the eternal Sabbath, 
Where the work of redemption and sanctification is perfected forever, Where you will rejoice over me with joy. 
There is no joy like the joy of heaven. 
For in that state are no sad divisions, quarrels, contentions, Evil designs, lusts, persecutions, toils, strivings, or needs. O healthful place where none are sick! 
O holy gathering where all are priests! 
O happy land where all are kings! 
How free a state where none are servants, except to you! With haste, bring me to the land of joy, 
And with haste, bring that land’s joy to me.