I've learned a precious secret, I would that all might know, That only in the cross of Christ Is found the balm for woe. For when I bear it as I should, I find it beareth me; I throw me on its gracious arms, And lose my misery. O Cross! sweet Cross of Jesus! I'll sing thy praise abroad, Till others learn to love thee too And thus return to God. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MRS. HARRIS'S PETITION: TO EXCELLENCIES THE LORDS JUSTICES OF IRELAND by JONATHAN SWIFT |