#12The Precious Boon
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1
ONE precious boon, O Lord, I seek,
While tossed upon life's billowy sea;
To hear a voice within me speak,
Thy Saviour is well pleased with thee.
2
Earth's scoffs and scorn well pleased I'll bear,
Nor mourn, though under foot I'm trod;
If day by day I may but share
Thine approbation, O my God.
3
The friends I love may turn from me–
Their words unkind may pierce me through;
But this my daily prayer shall be,
"Forgive: they know not what they do."
4
Let me but know, where'er I roam,
That I am doing Jesus' will;
And though I've neither friends nor home,
My heart shall glow with gladness still.
5
To that bright, blest, immortal morn,
By holy prophets long foretold,
My eager, longing eyes I turn,
And soon its glories shall behold.
6
Then all the scoffs and scorn I've borne,
For His dear sake who died for me,
To everlasting joys will turn,
In glorious immortality.
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- Hymnal
- Hymns for Second Advent Believers who Observe the Sabbath of the Lord
- Number
- #12
- Language
- English
- Year
- 1852