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 Now 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 with all its store?
'Tis a deceitful cheat;
When I attempt to pluck the rose,
A piercing thorn I meet.
5 Here perfect bliss can ne'er be found,
The honey's mix'd with gall;
Midst changing scenes and dying friends,
Be thou my all in all.
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First Line: | My times of sorrow and of joy |
Title: | Christian Reformation? or, God our portion |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1799 |
Notes: | Public Domain. |