DLXII | A Selection of Hymns#DLXIII | DLXIV |
1 Peace, 'tis the Lord Jehovah's hand
That blasts our joys in death;
Changes the visage once so dear
And gathers back the breath.
2 'Tis he, the potentate supreme
Of all the worlds above,
Whose steady counsels wisely rule,
Nor from their purpose move.
3 'Tis he, whose justice might demand
Our souls a sacrifice;
Yet scatters with unwearied hand,
A thousand rich supplies.
4 Our covenant God and father he,
In Christ our bleeding Lord;
Whose grace can heal the bursting heart
With one reviving word.
5 Fair garlands of immortal bliss
He weaves for every brow;
And shall rebellious passions rise,
When he corrects us now?
6 Silent we own Jehovah's name,
We kiss the scourging hand;
And yield our comforts and our life
To thy supreme command.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Peace, 'tis the Lord Jehovah's hand |
Title: | Submission under bereaving providences |
Author: | Dr. Doddridge |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1792 |
Scripture: | |
Topic: | Death; Bereaving submitted to Providence |