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“BLIND ANNA.”
We are all like blind men groping in the dark,—we cannot see;
The lives we here are living are full of mystery.
How the plans of God are working, we strive in vain to tell;
But faith can safely trust Him, for He doeth all things well.
The lives we here are living are full of mystery.
How the plans of God are working, we strive in vain to tell;
But faith can safely trust Him, for He doeth all things well.
His Providence leads wisely, like the pillared cloud and flame;
And so on every milestone we record His blessed name.
All the happy Ebenezers His love and praises tell:
His arm has never failed us; He doeth all things well.
And so on every milestone we record His blessed name.
All the happy Ebenezers His love and praises tell:
His arm has never failed us; He doeth all things well.
If the keen, sharp eye can see Him, as sees the soaring lark;
If, blinded, through His wisdom, we only trace Him in the dark,
In the glowing, glorious noontide, or in the deepest cell,—
We will trust Him, we will love Him, for He doeth all things well.
If, blinded, through His wisdom, we only trace Him in the dark,
In the glowing, glorious noontide, or in the deepest cell,—
We will trust Him, we will love Him, for He doeth all things well.
If the blessed light is darkened, if the eye is dull and blind,—
'T is ordered by a Father who is ever good and kind.
His purpose is in mercy, though His plan He does not tell,
Wait till the seal is broken; He doeth all things well.
'T is ordered by a Father who is ever good and kind.
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Wait till the seal is broken; He doeth all things well.
There 's a world where all that tries us shall be made divinely clear,
The eye no more be sightless, no longer deaf the ear;
The day shall rise in glory,—why should the heart rebel?
God sees, and we shall see Him, for He doeth all things well.
The eye no more be sightless, no longer deaf the ear;
The day shall rise in glory,—why should the heart rebel?
God sees, and we shall see Him, for He doeth all things well.
Chicago, January, 1893.
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