The Little Book.

I

When the beloved disciple took
The angel’s little open book,
Which by the Lord’s command he eat,
It tasted bitter after sweet.

II

Thus when the gospel is embraced,
At first ’tis sweeter to the taste
Than honey or the honey-comb,
But there’s a bitterness to come.

III

What sweetness does the promise yield,
When by the Spirit’s power seal’d!
The longing soul is fill’d with good,
Nor feels a wish for other food.

IV

By these inviting tastes allured,
We pass to what must be endured;
For soon we find it is decreed,
That bitter must to sweet succeed.

V

When sin revives and shows its power,
When Satan threatens to devour,
When God afflicts, and men revile,
We draw our steps with pain and toil.

VI

When thus deserted, tempest-toss’d,
The sense of former sweetness lost,
We tremble lest we were deceived
In thinking that we once believed.

VII

The Lord first makes the sweetness known,
To win and fix us for his own;
And though we now some bitter meet,
We hope for everlasting sweet.