Oh, may our thanks, like His grace, with 2 out measure, Abound to the glory and praise of our Lord! All things are ours; be it sickness or healing, 'Tis ordered alike for our infinite good; Determined by grace, and for ever revealing This truth, that we love and are loved of our God. 3 All things are ours; though the body may perish, We faint not to feel it fast wasting away; The soul its bright visions of glory will cherish, And strengthen in holiness day after day. 4 All things are ours; through the Saviour's great merit, The shame of His cross, which must needs be our own, Will brighten the glory that circles the spirit, And sparkles like gems in our heavenly Copyright, 1896, by The Century Co. 4. For, though from out our bourne of time and place The flood may bear me far,.... I hope to see my Pilot face to face When I have crost the bar. A-men. 2 For one thing only, Lord, dear Lord, I plead: Though strength should falter and though heart should bleed, 3 I do not ask, O Lord, that Thou shouldst shed Full radiance here; Give but a ray of peace, that I may tread 4 I do not ask my cross to understand, Better in darkness just to feel Thy hand, 5 Joy is like restless day; but peace divine Lead me, O Lord, till perfect day shall shine, A. A. Procter, 1863 |