A Dream, or God Knows Best.
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And sees the snares and vices of this world,
Will thank the hand that did chastise the child,
And showed the perils that beset this life.
For in the great hereafter each will find,
His deepest griefs are blessings sent from God
To train the soul for higher spheres above.
Will thank the hand that did chastise the child,
And showed the perils that beset this life.
For in the great hereafter each will find,
His deepest griefs are blessings sent from God
To train the soul for higher spheres above.
So in the maze of this world's changing scenes,
And as we climb the rugged heights of time,
We must not wonder why we fall so oft,
Or why our hearts are bruised. For on the earth
The sharpest thorns with fairest flowers grow,
Under affliction's rod, each soul must pass
And bear the stings of its relentless strokes.
Then through the storms of life, doubt not God's love;
Nor shrink from fate. There's a merciful hand
That e'er in justice rules the world.
And as we climb the rugged heights of time,
We must not wonder why we fall so oft,
Or why our hearts are bruised. For on the earth
The sharpest thorns with fairest flowers grow,
Under affliction's rod, each soul must pass
And bear the stings of its relentless strokes.
Then through the storms of life, doubt not God's love;
Nor shrink from fate. There's a merciful hand
That e'er in justice rules the world.
One eve
My weary spirit groaned beneath its cross.
So bitterly I mourned a wretched lot;
Tried to comprehend God's dispensation,
Why some were doomed to labor and to wait,
While others, though they neither sowed nor reaped,
Yet e'er did bask in fortune's favored bowers.
My weary spirit groaned beneath its cross.
So bitterly I mourned a wretched lot;
Tried to comprehend God's dispensation,
Why some were doomed to labor and to wait,
While others, though they neither sowed nor reaped,
Yet e'er did bask in fortune's favored bowers.
