My heart is easy, and my burden light;
I smile, though sad, when thou art in my sight:
The more my woes in secret I deplore,
I taste thy goodness, and I love thee more.
There, while a solemn stillness reigns around,
Faith, love, and hope within my soul abound;
And, while the world suppose me lost in care,
The joys of angels, unperceived, I share.
Thy creatures wrong thee, O thou sovereign good!
Thou art not loved, because not understood;
This grieves me most, that vain pursuits beguile
Ungrateful men, regardless of thy smile.
Frail beauty and false honour are adored;
While Thee they scorn, and trifle with thy Word;
Pass, unconcerned, a Saviour's sorrows by;
And hunt their ruin with a zeal to die.
Jeanne-Marie Bouvier de la Motte-Guyon (commonly known as Madame Guyon) (1648 – 1717) France
Translated by William Cowper
Source: Translations from the French of Madame de la Mothe Guion, William Cowper, Baldwin & Cradock, 1836 [Christian Classics Ethereal Library]
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