Text: | In trouble and in grief, O God |
Author: | Anon. |
1 In trouble and in grief, O God,
Thy smile hath cheered my way;
And joy hath budded from each thorn
That round my footsteps lay.
2 The hours of pain have yielded good
Which prosperous days refused;
As herbs, though scentless when entire,
Spread fragrance when they're bruised.
3 The oak strikes deeper as its boughs
By furious blasts are driven;
So life's tempestuous storms the more
Have fixed my heart in heaven.
4 All-gracious Lord, whate'er my lot
In other times may be,
I'll welcome still the heaviest grief
That brings me near to thee.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | In trouble and in grief, O God |
Author: | Anon. |
Meter: | C. M. |
Publication Date: | 1873 |
Topic: | The Christian Life: Trial and Patience; It is Good that I have been Afflicted |
Notes: | Now Public Domain. |