John Newton, 1779, from Olney Hymns, vol. 1, hymn 56
Honey though the bee prepares,|
An envenomed sting he wears;
Piercing thorns a guard compose
Round the fragrant blooming rose.
2. Where we think to find a sweet,
3. Why are thus our hopes beguiled?
4. Sin has been the cause of all!
5. Now with every good we find|
Vanity and grief entwined;
What we feel, or what we fear,
All our joys embitter here.
6. Yet, through the Redeemer's love,
7. From the earth our hearts they wean,
8. In the mansions of our King
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