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Discipline. 425
Whate'er my God ordains is right;
He taketh thought for me ; The cup that my Physician gives No poisoned draught can be, But medicine due ; For God is true ; And on that changeless truth I build, And all my heart with hope is fill'd.
Whate'er my God ordains is right;
Though I the cup must drink That bitter seems to my faint heart, I will not fear nor shrink; Tears pass away With dawn of day ; Sweet comfort yet shall fill my heart, And pain and sorrow all depart.
Whate'er my God ordains is right;
My Light, my Life is He, Who cannot will me aught but good ; I trust Him utterly; For well I know, In joy or woe, We soon shall see as sunlight clear, How faithful was our Guardian here.
Whate'er my God ordains is right;
Here will I take my stand, Though sorrow, need, or death make earth For me a desert land. My Father's care Is round me there; He holds me that I shall not fall, And so to Him I leave it all.
Catherine Winkworih. 1858. {From Samuel Rodigast.) 1675. |
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