Christian Hymns #379
Display Title: Not from dark fate's relentless tomb First Line: Not from dark fate's relentless tomb Date: 1823
Christian Hymns #379
1 Not from relentless fate's dark womb,
Or from the dust our troubles come.
No fickle chance presides o'er grief,
To cause the pain, or send relief.
2 Look up, and see, ye sorrowing saints!
The cause and cure of your complaints:
Know, 'tis your heavenly Father's will:
Bid every murmur then be still.
3 He sees, we need the painful yoke;
Yet love directs His heaviest stroke.
He takes no pleasure in our smart,
But wounds to heal and cheer the heart.
4 Blest trials those that cleanse from sin,
And make the soul all pure within,
Wean the fond mind from earthly toys,
To seek and taste celestial joys!
Source: The Book of Worship #39
First Line: | Not from relentless fate's dark womb |
Author: | Isaac Watts |
Copyright: | Public Domain |