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Long plunged in sorrow, I resign
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| 1. | Long plunged in sorrow, I resign |
| | My soul to that dear hand of Thine, |
| | Without reserve or fear; |
| | That hand shall wipe my streaming |
| | eyes, |
| | Or into smiles of glad surprise |
| | Transform the falling tear. |
| 2. | Adieu! ye vain delights of earth; |
| | Insipid sports, and childish mirth, |
| | I taste no sweets in you; |
| | Unknown delights are in the cross, |
| | All joy beside to me is dross; |
| | And Jesus thought so too. |
| 3. | The Cross! O ravishment and bliss- |
| | How grateful e'en its anguish is; |
| | Its bitterness how sweet! |
| | There every sense, and all the mind, |
| | In all her faculties refined, |
| | Taste happiness complete. |
| 4. | Self-love no grace in sorrow sees, |
| | Consults her own peculiar ease: |
| | 'Tis all the bliss she knows; |
| | But nobler aims true love employ. |
| | In self-denial is her joy, |
| | In suffering her repose. |
| 5. | Thy choice and mine shall be the same, |
| | Inspirer of that holy flame |
| | Which must forever blaze! |
| | To take the cross and follow Thee, |
| | Where love and duty lead, shall be |
| | My portion and my praise. |