CCLXXV | A Selection of Hymns#CCLXXVI | CCLXXVII |
Text: | Resignation? or God our portion |
Author: | Beddome |
1 My times of sorrow and of joy,
Great God, are in thy hand;
My choicest comforts come from thee
And go at thy command.
2 If thou shouldst take them all away,
Yet would I not repine;
Before they were possess'd by me,
They were entirely thine.
3 Now would I drop a murmuring word,
Tho' the whole world were gone,
But seek enduring happiness
In thee, and thee alone.
4 What is the world with all its store?
'Tis but a bitter-sweet;
When I attempt to pluck the rose,
A piercing thorn I meet.
5 Here perfect bliss can ne'er be found,
The honey's mixt with gall;
Midst changing scenes and dying friends,
Be thou my all in all.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | My times of sorrow and of joy |
Title: | Resignation? or God our portion |
Author: | Beddome |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1792 |
Topic: | Graces of the Spirit: Resignation; Contentment; God: A portion(2 more...) |
Notes: | Public Domain. |