Poems by the late John Bethune | ||
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RESIGNATION.
'Tis wise in mortals who have been
By heavenly mercy blest,
When days of sorrow come at last,
To own God's pleasure best.
And though 'tis hard with joy to part,
Yet may the power be mine,
What Heaven demands, all patiently
And calmly to resign.
By heavenly mercy blest,
When days of sorrow come at last,
To own God's pleasure best.
And though 'tis hard with joy to part,
Yet may the power be mine,
What Heaven demands, all patiently
And calmly to resign.
The sweetest treasure life affords
On earth, is hope and health—
For hope is purest happiness,
And health the greatest wealth.
But hope, and health, and happiness
Are now no longer mine,
Lord, help me, hope and health, and all,
With patience to resign.
On earth, is hope and health—
For hope is purest happiness,
And health the greatest wealth.
But hope, and health, and happiness
Are now no longer mine,
Lord, help me, hope and health, and all,
With patience to resign.
Poems by the late John Bethune | ||