Sweeter than the honeycomb
The ease that follows pain,
And warmer than the summer sun
After a chilling rain
The peace that follows after strife
When friend greets friend again;
And honey sweet the abundant meat
Where seeming lack has been.
How joyous is the heart that knows
The Father's perfect plan,
That sees the boundless good He sends
In loving care for man.
Shall we complain if in the cup
A bitter draught is blent?
The truth that proves the discord nought
Shows too we must repent
Of all the worship of false gods,
Must heed the pure Christ -call,
Yield up belief of good in sense,
And find in Spirit all.
The pleasures as the pains of sense
Are false. Alone in Mind
The truth of being, perfect God
And perfect man, we find.
With freedom from the serpent's lure,
The gall is turned to balm;
In joy that knows no fear of change
Mind's children dwell in calm.
