1 Why is my heart with grief oppress?
Can all the pains I feel or fear
Make thee, my soul, forget thy rest,
Forget that God, thy God is near?
2 Mortality's unnumber'd ills
Are all beneath his sov'reign hand;
Each pain, which this frail body feels,
Attends, obedient, his command.
3 Lord, form my temper to thy will!
If thou my faith and patience prove,
May ev'ry painful stroke fulfil
The purposes of faithful love!
4 O may this weak, this fainting mind
A Father's hand adoring see;
Confess thee just, and wise, and kind,
And trust thy word, and cleave to thee!
A Collection of Hymns and A Liturgy: for the use of Evangelical Lutheran Churches; to which are added prayers for families and individuals #322Why is my heart with grief opprest?
Can all the pains I feel or fear,
Make thee, my soul, forget thy rest,
Forget that God, thy God is near?
Hast thou not often call'd the Lord
Thy refuge, thy almighty friend?
And canst thou fear to trust that word
On which thy hopes of heaven depend?
Mortality's unnumber'd ills
Are all beneath his sovereign hand;
Each pain which this frail body feels
Attends, obedient, his command.
Lord, form my temper to thy will!
If thou my faith and patience prove,
May every painful stroke fulfill
Thy purposes of faithful love.
O may this weak, this fainting mind,
A father's hand adoring see;
Confess thee just, and wise, and kind,
And trust thy word and cleave to thee.
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