Ballads for the Times (Now first collected,) Geraldine, A Modern Pyramid, Bartenus, A Thousand Lines, and other poems. By Martin F. Tupper. A new Edition, enlarged and revised |
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Trust.
“My times are in thy hand.”
Yet will I trust, in all my fears,
Thy mercy, gracious Lord, appears,
To guide me through this vale of tears,
And be my strength;
Thy mercy, gracious Lord, appears,
To guide me through this vale of tears,
And be my strength;
Thy mercy guides the ebb and flow
Of health and joy, or pain and woe,
To wean my heart from all below
To Thee at length.
Of health and joy, or pain and woe,
To wean my heart from all below
To Thee at length.
Yes,—welcome pain,—which Thou hast sent,—
Yes,—farewell blessings,—Thou hast lent,
With Thee alone I rest content,
For Thou art Heav'n,—
Yes,—farewell blessings,—Thou hast lent,
With Thee alone I rest content,
For Thou art Heav'n,—
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My trust reposes, safe and still,
On the wise goodness of Thy will,
Grateful for earthly good—or ill,
Which Thou has giv'n.
On the wise goodness of Thy will,
Grateful for earthly good—or ill,
Which Thou has giv'n.
O blessed friend! O blissful thought!
With happiest consolation fraught,—
Trust Thee I may, I will, I ought,—
To doubt were sin;
With happiest consolation fraught,—
Trust Thee I may, I will, I ought,—
To doubt were sin;
Then let whatever storms arise,
Their Ruler sits above the skies,
And lifting unto Him mine eyes,
'Tis calm within.
Their Ruler sits above the skies,
And lifting unto Him mine eyes,
'Tis calm within.
Danger may threaten, foes molest,
Poverty brood, disease infest,
Yea, torn affections wound the breast
For one sad hour,
Poverty brood, disease infest,
Yea, torn affections wound the breast
For one sad hour,
But Faith looks to her home on high,
Hope casts around a cheerful eye,
And Love puts all the terrors by
With gladdening power.
Hope casts around a cheerful eye,
And Love puts all the terrors by
With gladdening power.
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