I.LXXXIII. Afflictions and death under Providence

1 Not from the dust affliction grows,
Nor troubles rise by chance;
Yet we are born to cares and woes:
A sad inheritance!

2 As sparks break out from burning coals,
And still are upwards borne:
So grief is rooted in our souls,
And man grows up to mourn.

3 Yet with my God I leave my cause,
And trust his promis'd grace:
He rules me by his well known laws
Of love and righteousness.

4 Not all the pains that e'er I bore
Shall spoil my future peace:
For death and hell can do no more
Than what my Father please.

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First Line: Not from the dust affliction grows
Title: Afflictions and death under Providence
Meter: L. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1793
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