A Soul’s Satisfaction

Thy shining grace can cheer The dungeon where I dwell; 'Tis paradise when Thou art here; If Thou depart, 'tis hell. The smilings of Thy face, How amiable they are! 'Tis heaven to rest in Thy embrace, And nowhere else but there. Nor earth, nor al! the sky, Can one delight afford; No, not a drop of real joy Without Thy presence, Lord,