A Collection of Hymns and A Liturgy ‎#83

83. Not from relentless fate's dark womb

1 Not from relentless fate's dark womb,
Or from the dust, our troubles come.
No fickle chance presides o'er grief,
To cause the pain, or send relief.

2 Look up, and see, ye sorrowing saints!
The cause and cure of your complaints.
Know, 'tis your heav'nly Father's will:
Bid ev'ry murmur then be still.

3 He sees, we need the painful yoke;
Yet love directs his heaviest stroke.
He takes no pleasure in our smart,
But wounds to heal and cheer the heart.

4 Blest trials those that cleanse from sin,
And make the soul all pure within,
Wean the fond mind from earthly toys,
To seek and taste celestial joys!

Text Information

• First Line: Not from relentless fate's dark womb
• Meter: L. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1814
• Topic: Divine Providence and Government

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