"Hymn," Poem, undated
Hymn
"It is thy hand, my God,
My sorrows come from thee,
I bow, beneath thy chastening rod,
"Tis love, that bruises me."
"I would not murmur, Lord,
Before thee I am dumb,
Lest I should breathe one murmuring word,
To thee, for help I come."
"My God, thy name is Love.
A Father's hand, is thine
With tearful eyes I look above,
And cry, 'Thy will be mine'."
"I know thy will is right,
Though it may seem severe;
Thy path, is all unsullied light,
Though dark it oft appear."
"Jesus, for me hath died!
Thy Son, thou didst not spare,
His pierced hands, his bleeding side,
Thy love to me, declare."
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"Here my poor heart can rest,
My God, it clings to thee,
Thy will is right, thine end is best,
All work for good to me."
DATABASE CONTENT
| (12700) | DL1798.032 | 189 | Other |
Tags: Poetry, Religion
People - Records: 2
SOURCES
"Hymn," Poem, undated, DL1798.032, Nau Collection
