1 Lord, I am pain'd; but I resign
My body to thy will;
'Tis grace, 'tis wisdom all divine,
Appoints the pains I feel.
2 I own thy providence, my god1
In ev'ry chastening stroke;
But while I smart beneath thy rod,
Thy presence I invoke.
3 Is not some blessed hour at hand
With health upon its wings?
Give it, O God, thy swift command,
With all the joys it brings.
4 To thee my Saviour, and my Lord,
I now myself resign;
In life and death, i trust thy word,
I am for ever thine.
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First Line: | Lord, I am pain'd; but I resign |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1789 |
Topic: | Complaint and Hope in Sickness |