O, ’tis not in grief to harm me
While thy love is left to me;
O, ’twere not in joy to charm me,
Were that joy unmixed with thee.
5 Soul—then know thy full salvation,
Rise o’er sin, and fear, and care,
Joy to find in every station,
Something still to do or bear;
Think what Spirit dwells within thee,
Think what Father’s smiles are thine;