And heaven brought in with all its bliss,
O! is there aught from pole to pole,
One moment to compare with this?
3 This is the hidden life I prize—
A life of penitential love;
When I my follies most despise,
And raise my highest thoughts above?
4 When all I am I clearly see,
And freely own with deepest shame;
When the Redeemer’s love to me