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XLVIII. THE HIDDEN LIFE.
To tell the Saviour all my wants,
My labouring spirit vainly seeks
Nor were it wise, nor should I choose, Such secrets to declare;
Like precious wines their taste they lose, Exposed to open air.
But this with boldness I proclaim, Nor care if thousands hear, Sweet is the ointment of his name, Not life is half so dear.
And can you frown, my former friends,
Trust me, I draw the likeness true,
XLIX. JOY AND PEACE IN BELIEVING.
SOMETIMES a light surprises The Christian while he sings; It is the Lord who rises
With healing in his wings: When comforts are declining, He grants the soul again A season of clear shining,
To cheer it after rain.
In holy contemplation,
We sweetly then pursue The theme of God's salvation, And find it ever new: Set free from present sorrow, We cheerfully can say, E'en let the unknown to-morrow Bring with it what it may !
Clothed in sanctity and grace,
What we owe to love divine;
Which God shall still increase, All his ways are pleasantness,
And all his paths are peace. Nothing Jesus did or spoke,
Henceforth let me ever slight; For I love his easy yoke, And find his burden light.
LI. THE CHRISTIAN.
HONOUR and happiness unite
To make the Christian's name a praise; How fair the scene, how clear the light, That fills the remnant of his days!