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[Learn, O my soul, to use]
“All things work together for good to
them that love God.”—Rom. viii. 28.
Learn, O my soul, to use
Experience thou hast got,
Nor any thread to lose
God wove into thy lot,
Nor yet to pick and choose
What pleaseth thee or not.
Experience thou hast got,
Nor any thread to lose
God wove into thy lot,
Nor yet to pick and choose
What pleaseth thee or not.
He leads thee by His way,
That thou may'st truly learn;
Gives thee thy work each day,
Thy daily wage to earn;
It is not idle play,
But matter of concern.
That thou may'st truly learn;
Gives thee thy work each day,
Thy daily wage to earn;
It is not idle play,
But matter of concern.
The error of thy thought
Had yet some truth to teach;
The sorrow of thy lot
Some wisdom had to preach;
They could not else be brought
So well within thy reach.
Had yet some truth to teach;
The sorrow of thy lot
Some wisdom had to preach;
They could not else be brought
So well within thy reach.
There's light wrapt in the cloud,
And heat in frosts and snows,
A voice that speaketh loud
Where silence awful grows,
And life that doth enshroud
Itself in death's repose.
And heat in frosts and snows,
A voice that speaketh loud
Where silence awful grows,
And life that doth enshroud
Itself in death's repose.
No lesson, then, refuse,
Which love to thee hath given;
If here it find no use
Thou'lt find it yet in heaven;
God's teaching does not lose,
Hid in the heart like leaven.
Which love to thee hath given;
If here it find no use
Thou'lt find it yet in heaven;
God's teaching does not lose,
Hid in the heart like leaven.
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