Text: | Helpless Man |
1 My times of sorrow and of joy,
Great God! are in thy hand;
My choicest comforts come from thee,
And go at thy command.
2 If thou should'st take them all away,
Yet would I not repine;
Before they were possess'd by me,
They were entirely thine.
3 Nor would I drop a murm'ring word,
Tho' the whole world were gone;
But seek enduring happiness
In thee, and thee alone.
4 What is the world, of all things here?
'Tis but a bitter sweet;
When I attempt a rose to pluck,
A pricking thorn I meet.
5 Here perfect bliss can ne'er be found,
The honey's mixt with gall;
Midst changing scenes and dying friends
Be thou my ALL IN ALL.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | My times of sorrow and of joy |
Title: | Helpless Man |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1793 |
Topic: | The Christian Life |
Notes: | Public Domain. |