I.LXXXII | The Psalms of David#I.LXXXIII | I.LXXXIV |
1 Not from the Dust Affliction grows,
Nor Troubles rise by Chance;
Yet we are born to Cares and Woes,
A sad Inheritance!
2 As Sparks break out from burning Coals,
And still are upwards borne;
So Grief is rooted in our Souls,
And Man grows lip to mourn.
3 Yet with my God I leave my Cause,
And trust his promis'd Grace;
He rules me by his well-known Laws
Of Love and Righteousness.
5 Not all the Pains that e'er I bore
Shall spoil my future Peace,
For Death and Hell can do no more
Than what my Father please.
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First Line: | Not from the Dust Affliction grows |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1766 |
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Topic: | Death and Afflictions under Providence; Vanity and Mortality of Man |