C. M. Anonymous. Resignation. |
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.
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