Hast thou heard the wondrous secrets
God has stooped to tell His own ?
Hath He whispered in the silence
When thy heart was all alone ?
Hast thou ever heard Him say, "
All thy sins are washed away
In the blood of Jesus Christ His only Son ?"

Hath He told thee of the Shepherd
Who once died on Calvary ?
Dost thou know that those who trust Him
He will keep eternally ?
Hast thou heard Him sweetly say,
"None can pluck thee hence away,[day?"
Thou shalt dwell with Me throughout eternal

Hath He taught thee to say " Father,"
Driving thus away all fear ?
Hast thou felt His arms around thee,
When He whispered, "Thou art dear ? "
Dost thou trust Him as a son-
With the heart that love has won,
And is happy only when that One is near ?

Hath He taught thee sweet communion
With the Father and the Son,
Through thy Guest-that heavenly stranger
Whose blest work it is, alone,
To unfold to thee alway
Things of everlasting day-
Yea, the truths of Christ the everlasting Son ?

Hath He told thee of the mansion
He's prepared for thee up there ?
That this world is not thy dwelling
But a "Way-side Inn," as it were?
That He's pledged Himself to keep
Every tender lamb and sheep ?
If He has, then there is nothing thou needest fear.

Hast thou heard this deep, sweet whisper,
That "the Lord will come again,"
To deliver all His loved ones
From death, sorrow, sin, and pain ?
And that like Him we shall be
When His glorious face we see
And forever shall be with Him in His reign ?

He is coming ! Let this promise
Make thee swift to do His will;
Let it set thy heart rejoicing,
Bid all questioning be still.
He is coming! glorious sight-
All the wrongs of earth to right,
And each promise to His own He will fulfil.

Oh, that whispered hope, how precious !
While earth's turmoil doth increase,
And its crime and wars run rampant,
While its sorrows cannot cease !
Yea, we thank Thee, blessed Lord,
"With His own" (it is Thy word) [peace.
Is "the secret of the Lord." Thou givest

H. McDowell