Text: | When I can trust my all with God |
Author: | Josiah Conder |
1 When I can trust my all with God,
In trial's fearful hour,
Bow, all resign'd beneath His rod,
And bless His chastening power,
A joy springs up amid distress,
A fountain in the wilderness.
2 O blesséd be the Hand that gave,
Still blesséd be when it takes;
Blesséd be He Who smites to save,
Who heals the heart He breaks:
Perfect and true are all His ways,
Whom heaven adores and death obeys.
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First Line: | When I can trust my all with God |
Author: | Josiah Conder |
Meter: | P. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1871 |
Topic: | Family Worship |