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226 The Book of Praise.
He that form'd me in the womb, He shall guide me to the tomb; All my times shall ever be Order'd by His wise decree;
Times of sickness, times of health, Times of penury and wealth ; Times of trial and of grief, Times of triumph and relief;
Times the Tempter's power to prove, Times to taste a Saviour's love ; All must come, and last, and end, As shall please my heavenly Friend.
Plagues and deaths around me fly ; Till He bids, I cannot die : Not a single shaft can hit Till the God of love sees fit.
0 Thou Gracious, Wise, and Just! In Thy hands my life I trust: Have I something dearer still ?
1 resign it to Thy will-May I always own Thy hand ; Still to the surrender stand ; Know, that Thou art God alone ; I and mine are all Thy own.
Thee at all times will I bless; Having Thee, I all possess ; How can I bereaved be, Since I cannot part with Thee ?
7okn Ryland- 1777. |
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