English poem
Hide not thy Face.
by John Hartley
Hide not Thy face,—and though the road Be dark and long and rough, With cheerfulness I'll bear my load, Thy smile will be enough. All other helps I can forego, If with Faith's eye I trace, Through earthly clouds of grief and woe, The presence of Thy face. Hide not Thy face;—weak, worn and Oppressed with doubt and fear; Still will I utter no complaint,— Content if Thou art near. Thy loving hand my steps shall guide, And set my doubts at rest; In loving trust, whate'er betide, For Thou, Lord, knowest best. Hide not Thy face;—the tempter's wiles Around my feet are spread; The world's applause,-the wanton's smiles, Beset the path I tread. Alone, too weak to fight the host Of Pleasure's vicious train, 'Tis then I need Thy succour most;— Let me not seek in vain. Hide not Thy face, but day by day, Shine out more clearly bright; Until this narrow, thorny way, Shall end in Death's dark night. Then freed from all the taints of sin, Through Thine abundant Grace; The crown of righteousness I win, And see Thee face to face.