Hymns, Selected and Original ‎#458

458. Not from the dust affliction grows

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 lip 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.

Text Information

• First Line: Not from the dust affliction grows
• Meter: C. M.
• Publication Date: 1828
• Scripture:
  Job 5:6
• Topic: Afflictions and death under Providence; Christian experience: A pilgrimage

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