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Honey though the bee prepares
Author: John Newton Hymnal: Hymns and Spiritual Songs, for the Use of Christians #d34 (1801) Languages: English
Honey though the bee prepares
Honey though the bee prepares
Author: John Newton Hymnal: Hymns and Spiritual Songs for the Use of Christians #d54 (1803) Languages: English
Honey though the bee prepares
Honey though the bee prepares
Author: John Newton Hymnal: Hymns, Selected from Various Authors, for the Use of Young Persons #d83 (1826) Languages: English
Honey though the bee prepares
Honey though the bee prepares
Author: John Newton Hymnal: Old School Sonnets, or a Selection of Choice Hymns #d91 (1836)
Honey though the bee prepares
Honey though the bee prepares
Author: John Newton Hymnal: Hymns, Selected from Various Authors, for the Use of Young Persons 3rd Am. from 9th London ed. #d92 (1840) Languages: English
Honey though the bee prepares
Honey though the bee prepares
Author: John Newton Hymnal: The Baptist Hymn Book #1042 (1859)
Honey though the bee prepares
Vanity of the Creature Sanctified
Hymnal: Hymns and Spiritual Songs for the use of Christians #206 (1803) First Line: Honey though the bee prepares Lyrics: 1 Honey though the bee prepares,
An envenom'd sting he wears;
Piercing thorns a guard compose
Round the fragrant blooming rose.
2 When we think we find a sweet,
Oft a painful sting we meet;
When the rose invites our eye,
We forget the thorn is nigh.
3 Why are thus our hopes beguil'd,
Why are all our pleasures spoil'd?
Why do agony and woe
From our choicest comforts grow?
4 Sin has been the cause of all,
'Twas not thus before the fall:
What but pain, and thorn and sting,
From the root of sin can spring.
5 Now with ev'ry good we find
Vanity and grief entwin'd;
What we see, or what we fear,
All our joys embitter here.
6 Yet through the Redeemer's love,
These afflictions blessings prove,
He the wounding stings and thorns,
Into healing med'cines turns.
7 From the earth our hearts they wean,
Teach us on his arm to lean;
Urge us to a throne of grace,
Make us seek a resting place.
8 In the mansions of our King,
Sweets abound without a sting;
Thornless there the roses blow,
All the joys unmingled flow.
Languages: English
Vanity of the Creature Sanctified
