(Ps. 25 :12)

Lord Jesus, 'tis exceeding gain
To be alone with Thee;
Thy presence here doth ease my pain,
From fear it sets me free.
The message Thou art pleased to send,
In mercy from above,
Appoints the silent hours I spend,
Reposing in Thy love.

I leave awhile the thronging crowd
To be apart with Thee;
I hear not now the strivings loud
That vex the distant sea:
The heavings of its restless tide
Sound faintly on mine ear,
And from Thy haven fair and wide
I see my home so near.

I know not what may be in store;
The charge is Thine to keep:
Perchance my bark need never more
Launch forth upon the deep;
But whether toward the golden strand
Be set the vessel's prow,
Or whether sailing far from land,
Doth not concern me now.

Thou art Thyself, O precious Lord,
My one eternal gain;
Thou art my solace and reward
Alike in ease and pain.
Because Thy love enfoldeth me
No ill can e'er befall;
'Tis perfect peace to rest in Thee,
My Lord, my life, my all !

H. K. B.