THE SECRET OF HIS PRESENCE

 IN the secret of His presence

How my soul delights to hide:

Oh, how precious are the lessons

Which I learn at Jesus’ side.

Earthly cares can only vex me,

Trials never lay me low,

And when Satan comes to tempt me,

To the secret place I go.

When my soul is faint and thirsty,

‘Neath the shadow of His wing

There is cool and pleasant shelter,

And a fresh and crystal spring.

And my Savior rests beside me,

As we hold communion sweet;

If I tried, I could not utter

What He says, when thus we meet.

Only this: I know, I tell Him

All my doubts, and griefs, and fears;

Oh, how patiently He listens,

And my drooping heart He cheers.

Do you think He ne’er reproves me?

 What a false friend He would be,

If He never, never told me

Of the faults which He must see.

Do you think that I could love Him

Half so well, or as I ought,

If He did not plainly tell me

Each displeasing word and thought?

 No! for He is very faithful,

And that makes me trust Him more,

For I know that He doth love me,

Though sometimes He wounds me sore.

Would you like to know the sweetness

Of this secret of the Lord?

Go and hide beneath His shadow,

This shall then be your reward.

And whene’er you leave the silence

Of that happy meeting place,

You must mind and bear the image

Of the Master in your face

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