My heart is easy, and my burden light; I smile, though sad, when thou art in my sight: The more my woes in secret I deplore, I taste thy goodness, and I love thee more. | There, while a solemn stillness reigns around, Faith, love, and hope within my soul abound; And, while the world suppose me lost in care, The joys of angels, unperceived, I share. | Thy creatures wrong thee, O thou sovereign good! Thou art not loved, because not understood; This grieves me most, that vain pursuits beguile Ungrateful men, regardless of thy smile. | Frail beauty and false honour are adored; While Thee they scorn, and trifle with thy Word; Pass, unconcerned, a Saviour's sorrows by; And hunt their ruin with a zeal to die. | |