336    C.M.     John Berridge
God’s Presence makes Glad. Ps. 30. 5-12; Jer. 31. 4

1 When I can sit at Jesus’ feet,
  And he anoints my head,
  Such peace ensues, so calm and sweet,
  I think my foes all dead.

2 My simple heart then fondly dreams,
  It will see war no more;
  Too firm to shrink my mountain seems,
  And every storm blows o’er.

3 [While thus a queen in state I sit,
  Self hunts about for praise;
  Talks much of frames and victories great,
  That you may hear and gaze.]

4 Then Jesus sends a trying hour,
  This lurking pride to quell;
  My dead foes rise with dreadful power,
  And drag me down to hell.

5 Now faints my heart within me quite,
  My mountain disappears;
  All grace is vanished from my sight,
  And faith seems lost in fears.

6 At length my Lord, with sweet surprise,
  Returns to loose my bands,
  Brings kind compassion in his eyes,
  And pardon in his hands.

7 I drop my vile head in the dust,
  And at my Lord’s feet fall;
  His grace is now my song and boast,
  And Christ my All in All.