Love is our refuge; only with mine eye [10]

Can I behold the snare, the pit, the fall:

His habitation high is here, and nigh,

His arm encircles me, and mine, and all.

O make me glad for every scalding tear,

For hope deferred, ingratitude, disdain! [15]

Wait, and love more for every hate, and fear

No ill,—since God is good, and loss is gain.

Beneath the shadow of His mighty wing;

In that sweet secret of the narrow way,