Take all things as they come, and murmur not,
The bitter and the sweet, as God sees best,
Be satisfied with thine appointed lot,
Build all thy hopes on Christ, and leave the rest
To His disposal, who’s too wise to err,
And loves thee far too much to do thee harm;
And since the sparrow shares His loving care,
His child may safely rest without alarm.
He knows the needs be for whate’er
He sends, And watches over thee with, jealous care;
Thy song as incense to His throne ascends,
And well He loves to hear and answer prayer.
The trial of our faith he needs must prove.
The allegiance of our hearts the test must bear;
The chastening rod is but the proof of love,
Which tells us of a loving Father’s care.
Oft have the things of time too large a claim
Upon our hearts, and rob them of the rest
Which occupation with the Lord—the Lamb—
Would give, in whom, with all things, now, we’re blest.
Faith rests upon His never-failing word,
And gives the heart abiding, settled, peace,
It leaves all matters to its faithful Lord,
And all life’s troubles and vexations cease.
Hereford, Nov. 4th, 1876. T. S-