I've learned a precious secret, I would that all might know, That only in the cross of Christ Is found the balm for woe. For when I bear it as I should, I find it beareth me; I throw me on its gracious arms, And lose my misery. O Cross! sweet Cross of Jesus! I'll sing thy praise abroad, Till others learn to love thee too And thus return to God. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DESPAIR AND FEAR by EMILY DICKINSON ACT 5 (MIDNIGHT) by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH LOST HAPPINESS by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS ON F----- & S----- by WILLIAM BLAKE TO S-----D (1) by WILLIAM BLAKE BEFORE VICKSBURG by GEORGE HENRY BOKER |