 | 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition |  |
“HE HATH DONE ALL THINGS WELL.”
“He hath done all things well.” The joy and sorrow
Flow from the fountain of Eternal Love;
The bright to-day and the forlorn to-morrow,
Both drew their sanction from His throne above.
Flow from the fountain of Eternal Love;
The bright to-day and the forlorn to-morrow,
Both drew their sanction from His throne above.
“He hath done all things well.” The dower and duty
Are meted out by the same bounteous Hand;
The saddest blemish and the sweetest beauty
Obey alike His one Divine command.
Are meted out by the same bounteous Hand;
The saddest blemish and the sweetest beauty
Obey alike His one Divine command.
“He hath done all things well.” The eyes that darken,
When all around is laughing in the light,
And the dim ears that nevermore may hearken,
Stand known and cared for in His holy sight.
When all around is laughing in the light,
And the dim ears that nevermore may hearken,
Stand known and cared for in His holy sight.
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“He hath done all things well.” The baby fingers
That for a moment play a baby part,
And the broad grasp that o'er a nation lingers,
Touch chords within His universal heart.
That for a moment play a baby part,
And the broad grasp that o'er a nation lingers,
Touch chords within His universal heart.
“He hath done all things well.” The strong limb broken,
With the fleet footsteps has an equal share;
The shout of triumph, the dumb words unspoken,
Are numbered by His wise and watchful care.
With the fleet footsteps has an equal share;
The shout of triumph, the dumb words unspoken,
Are numbered by His wise and watchful care.
“He hath done all things well.” The torrent rolling
Its flood of woe on helpless souls that fret,
The wedding chime and the deep death-hell tolling,
Are in the book of His remembrance set.
Its flood of woe on helpless souls that fret,
The wedding chime and the deep death-hell tolling,
Are in the book of His remembrance set.
“He hath done all things well.” He heeds not rather
The hopes like sunbeams, than the fears like night;
Alike are shine and shade to the great Father,
Who dwells within the darkness as the light.
The hopes like sunbeams, than the fears like night;
Alike are shine and shade to the great Father,
Who dwells within the darkness as the light.
“He hath done all things well.” The sigh that trembles
Into the silence that is still no rest,
And the faint whisper that its woe dissembles,
Find a responsive echo in His breast.
Into the silence that is still no rest,
And the faint whisper that its woe dissembles,
Find a responsive echo in His breast.
“He hath done all things well.” The lip of pleasure
Is but the answering to His kindly call;
And voices weeping for the loved lost treasure,
Are just as dear to Him who fashioned all.
Is but the answering to His kindly call;
And voices weeping for the loved lost treasure,
Are just as dear to Him who fashioned all.
“He hath done all things well.” The cares that troubled,
Were halved by him who in our weakness trod;
The calm delights and conquering hopes are doubled
By the glad presence of the Son of God.
Were halved by him who in our weakness trod;
The calm delights and conquering hopes are doubled
By the glad presence of the Son of God.
“He hath done all things well.” The watchman's patience
Is marked, and is the violated troth;
The happy meetings, the sad separations,
He counts and in His glory feels them both.
Is marked, and is the violated troth;
The happy meetings, the sad separations,
He counts and in His glory feels them both.
“He hath done all things well.” The stormy trying,
And the sweet summer of the settled mind,
The living lessons and the daily dying,
His calm hands weigh that only loose and bind.
And the sweet summer of the settled mind,
The living lessons and the daily dying,
His calm hands weigh that only loose and bind.
“He hath done all things well.” The faith that bridges
Ocean and desert in its giant stride,
And doubt that stumbles at the lowliest ridges,
Have each a place and hearing at His side.
Ocean and desert in its giant stride,
And doubt that stumbles at the lowliest ridges,
Have each a place and hearing at His side.
“He hath done all things well.” The timid paces
Just entering blindly a black world of harms,
And the bold plunge in far celestial spaces,
Are gathered in the compass of His arms.
Just entering blindly a black world of harms,
And the bold plunge in far celestial spaces,
Are gathered in the compass of His arms.
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“He hath done all things well.” The bane and blessing
The mapped out life and the unwritten plan,
Are all but portions of His grand caressing,
Who is our Brother and the Son of Man.
The mapped out life and the unwritten plan,
Are all but portions of His grand caressing,
Who is our Brother and the Son of Man.
| 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition | |