1 'Tis wisdom, mercy, love divine,
Which mingles blessings with our cares;
And shall our thankless heart repine
That we obtain not all our prayers?
2 From diffidence our sorrows flow,
Short-sighted mortals, weak and blind,
Bend down their eyes to earth and wo,
And doubt if providence be kind.
3 Should heaven with every wish comply,
Say, would the grant relieve the care?
perhaps the good for which we sigh,
Might change it's name and prove a snare.
4 Were once our vain desires subdu'd,
The will resign'd, the heart at rest;
In every scene we should conclude,
The will of heaven is right, is best.
Text Information | |
---|---|
First Line: | Tis wisdom, mercy, love divine |
Meter: | P. M. |
Publication Date: | 1828 |
Topic: | Consolatory Reflections on Providence; Providence of God |