MADAM GUYON'S HYMN by Madam Guyon

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Sep 21, 1876

MADAM GUYON'S HYMN.

By Madam Guyon

[Written during her ten years' imprisonment in the Bastile.]

A little bird I am, Shut from the fields of air; And in my cage I sit and sing To Him who placed me there; Well pleased a prisoner to be, Because, my God, it pleases thee!

Naught have I else to do; I sing the whole day long, And He whom most I love to please Doth listen to my song; He caught and bound my wandering wing, But still he bends to hear me sing.

Thou hast an ear to hear, A heart to love and bless, And though my notes were e'er so rude, Thou wouldst not hear the less; Because thou knowest, as they fall, That love, sweet love, inspires them all.

My cage confines me round, Abroad I cannot fly; But though my wing is closely bound, My heart's at liberty: My prison walls cannot control The flight, the freedom of my soul.

Oh! it is good to soar These bolts and bars above, To Thee whose purpose I adore, Whose providence I love, And in thy mighty will to find The joy, the freedom of the mind!