9. THE JOY OF SAINTS UNSEEN.
9. THE JOY OF SAINTS UNSEEN.
How do the men of the world mistake piety, and think the Christian dull, melancholy and morose! But, O Fountain of my joy! you know what divine delight I find in my retired moments. I only lament that I am not more alone, or, when alone, that I am not more with you.
The request of the spouse shall be mine—Come, my beloved, let me get up early from an enchanting world, let me go forth from the vanities of time, let me lodge in the humble village of solitude, let me walk in the flowing field the promise, and there will I give you my love.
In these sweet moments heaven smiles in my face, and my soul exults in God. I grasp at my expected bliss, and taste the joys on high.