I cannot give it up,
The little world I know!
The innocent delights of youth,
The things I cherish so!
"Tis true, I love my Lord,
And want to do His will,
And oh! I may enjoy the world,
And be a Christian still!
I love the hour of prayer,
I love the hymns of praise,
I love the blessed Word that tells
Of God's redeeming grace.
But I am human still!
And while I dwell on earth
God surely will not grudge the hours
I spend in harmless mirth!
These things belong to youth,
And are its natural right—
My dress, my pastimes and my friends,
The merry and the bright.
My Father's heart is kind!
He would not count it ill
That my small corner of the world
Should please and hold me, still!
And yet—"outside the camp"
"Twas there my Savior died!
It was the world that cast Him forth,
And saw Him crucified.
Can I take part with those
Who nailed Him to the tree?
And where His name is never praised,
Is there the place for me?
Nay, world! I turn away,
Though thou seem fair and good;
That friendly outstretched hand of thine
Is stained with Jesus' blood.
If in thy least device I stoop to take a part,
All unaware, thine influence steals
God's presence from my heart.
I miss my Savior's smile
Whene'er I walk thy ways;
Thy laughter drowns the Spirit's voice
And chokes the springs of praise.
If e'er I turn aside
To join thee for an hour,
The face of Christ grows blurred and dim,
And prayer has lost its power!
Farewell! Henceforth my place
Is with the Lamb who died,
My Sovereign! While I have Thy love
What can I want beside?
Thyself, dear Lord, art now
My free and loving choice,
"In whom, though now I see Thee not.
Believing, I rejoice!"
Shame on me that I sought
Another joy than this.
Or dreamed a heart at rest with Thee
Could crave for earthly bliss!
These vain and worthless things,
I put them all aside!
His goodness fills my longing soul,
And I am satisfied.
Lord Jesus! Let me dwell
"Outside the camp," with Thee!
Since Thou art there, then there alone
Is peace and home for me,
Thy dear reproach to bear
I'll count my highest gain,
Till Thou return, my banished King,
To take Thy power, and reign!
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