2 My lab ring spirit vainly seeks
To tell but half the joy;
With how much tenderness he speaks,
And helps nie to reply.
3 Nor were it wise, nor should I choose,
Such secrets to declare ;
Like precious wines, their taste they lose
Exposed to open air.
4 But this with boldness I proclaim,
Nor care if thousands hear,
Sweet is the ointment of his name,
Not life is half so dear.
5 And can you frown, my former friends.
Who knew what once I was ;
And blame the song that thus commends
The Man who bore the cross?
6 Trust me, I draw the likeness true,
And not as fancy paints ;
Such honour may he give to you,
For such have all his saints.
48.
Joy and Peace in Believing . C.
1 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.
2 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 letth unknown to-morrow
Bring with it what it may.
