In the Secret of His Presence

In the sec­ret of His pre­sence

How my soul de­lights to hide!

Oh

how pre­cious are the les­sons

Which I learn at Je­su’s side!

Earthly cares can nev­er vex me

Neither tri­als lay me low:

For when Sa­tan comes to tempt me

To the sec­ret place I go

To the sec­ret place I go.

When my soul is faint and thirs­ty

’Neath the sha­dow of His wing

There is cool and plea­sant shel­ter

And a fresh and crys­tal spring;

And my Sav­ior rests be­side me

As we hold com­mun­ion sweet:

If I tried

I could not ut­ter

What He says when thus we meet

What He says when thus we meet.

Only this I know

I tell Him

All my doubts and griefs and fears;

Oh

how pa­tient­ly He list­ens

And my droop­ing soul He cheers!

Do you think He ne’er re­proves me?

What a false friend He would be

If He nev­er

nev­er told me

Of the sins which He must see

Of the sins which He must see.

Do you think that I could love Him

Half so well

or as I ought

If He did not tell me plain­ly

Of each sin­ful deed and thought?

No

He is very faith­ful

and

That makes me trust Him more:

For I know that He does love me

Though He wounds me ve­ry sore

Though He wounds me ve­ry sore.

Would you like to know the sweet­ness

Of the sec­ret of the Lord?

Go and hide be­neath His sha­dow;

This shall then be your re­ward.

And when­e’er you leave the si­lence

Of that hap­py meet­ing place

You must mind and bear the im­age

Of the Mas­ter in your face

Of the Mas­ter in your face.

You will sure­ly lose the bless­ing

And the full­ness of your joy

If you let dark clouds dis­tress you

And your in­ward peace de­stroy;

You may al­ways be abid­ing

If you will

at Je­su’s side;

In the sec­ret of His pre­sence

May you ev­ery mo­ment hide

May you ev­ery mo­ment hide.