CCCV | Church Hymn Book#CCCVI | CCCVII |
1 Lord, I am pain'd; but I resign
My body to thy will;
'Tis grace, 'tis wisdom all divine,
Appoints the pains I feel.
2 Dark are thy ways of providence,
While they who love thee groan;
The reasons lie conceal'd from sense,
Mysterious and unknown.
3 Yet nature may have leave to speak,
And plead before her God,
Lest the o'er burdened heart should break
Beneath thine heavy rod.
4 These mournful groans and flowing tears,
Give my poor spirit ease;
While ev'ry groan my Father hears,
And ev'ry tear he sees.
5 Is not some smiling hour at hand
With peace upon its wings?
Give it, O God, thy swift command,
With all the joys it brings.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Lord, I am pain'd; but I resign |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1816 |
Topic: | Providence of God |
Source: | Williston's selection |
Notes: | Public Domain. |