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 never vex me, neither trials lay me low;
For 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 Saviour 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, my griefs and
fears;
Oh, how patiently He listens! and my drooping soul 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 sins which He must see.
Would you like to know the sweetness of the 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.
[Illustration: SHELOMITH VINCENT]