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!