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322 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.

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.