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,
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 Savior rests beside me, as we hold
communion sweet:
If I tried, I could not utter what He says when
thus we meet,
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,
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,
Of the Master in your face.
