It knows no good but that in God, it bears life’s every ill,
And moves undauntedly along, in Heaven’s own blessed will.
Though outwardly you see conveyed “a libel in a frown,”
You’ll stand unmoved, though they may “wink your reputation down;”
Your deeds of charity assailed, your motives questioned too—
Reviled, you’ll not revile again, nor fear what man can do.
Oh! for the gold tried in the fire—our eyes anointed here—
White raiment that we may be clothed, and not in shame appear.
We then should move in harmony; our God would own and bless;
We then should see his works abound in love and righteousness.