DLXIII. Submission under bereaving providences

1 Peace, 'tis the Lord Jehovah's hand
That blasts our joys in death;
Changes the visage once so dear
And gathers back the breath.

2 'Tis he, the potentate supreme
Of all the worlds above,
Whose steady counsels wisely rule,
Nor from their purpose move.

3 'Tis he, whose justice might demand
Our souls a sacrifice;
Yet scatters with unwearied hand,
A thousand rich supplies.

4 Our covenant God and father he,
In Christ our bleeding Lord;
Whose grace can heal the bursting heart
With one reviving word.

5 Fair garlands of immortal bliss
He weaves for every brow;
And shall rebellious passions rise,
When he corrects us now?

6 Silent we own Jehovah's name,
We kiss the scourging hand;
And yield our comforts and our life
To thy supreme command.

Text Information
First Line: Peace, 'tis the Lord Jehovah's hand
Title: Submission under bereaving providences
Author: Dr. Doddridge
Meter: C. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1792
Scripture:
Topic: Death; Bereaving submitted to Providence
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