Scripture Verse

As deceivers, and yet true; as unknown, and yet well known; as dying, and, behold, we live. 2 Corinthians 6:8–9


Words: John S. B. Mon­sell, Hymns and Mis­cel­lan­e­ous Po­ems (Dub­lin, Lon­don & Ed­in­burgh: Will­iam Cur­ry, Jr.; Simp­kin and Ma­rshall; & Fra­ser and Com­pa­ny, 1837), num­ber 6, alt.

Music: York, me­lo­dy from the Scot­tish Psal­ter, 1615. Har­mo­ny by John Mil­ton, Sr. (1562–1647) (🔊 pdf nwc).

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John S. B. Monsell


Deceivers as the world may deem,
Yet true with­out dis­guise;
Unknown, on earth of poor es­teem,
Yet well known in the skies.

We die in dai­ly scenes of strife,
Beneath the cross and rod;
Yet liv­ing still the life of life,
Here hid with Christ in God.

Chastened, yet chast­ened by the Lord,
Not whol­ly giv’n to death;
Not killed, since liv­ing on His word,
And breath­ing with His breath.

As sor­row­ing o’er sec­ret sin,
O’er doubts, and fears; yet still
Rejoicing ev­er, since within
God’s joy our hearts does fill.

Poor in the rich­es of this earth,
Yet in those trea­sures, which
Are ours by right of a new birth,
As mak­ing ma­ny rich.

As ’mid a false and faith­less race,
A band both weak and small;
As hav­ing no­thing, yet thro’ grace
Inheritors of all!

E’en such are Chris­tians! pain and loss
Here oft­en weigh them down;
They’re known on earth oft by their cross,
In Heav’n but by their crown.

Yet not the cross alone is theirs,
Nor wait they to be blest;
For ev­en here, ’mid griefs and cares,
They en­ter into rest.

And thus, by each sal­va­tion spring
Found in life’s de­sert plain,
For us to live is Christ, they sing,
For us to die is gain.

Such make me, Lord! In mer­cy make,
That thus my gain may be,
To sleep in Je­sus, and awake
Well satisfied with Thee!