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Resignation, or God our portion
1. My times of sorrow and of joy,
Great God, are in Thy hand;
My choicest comforts come from Thee
And go at Thy command.
2 If thou should take them all away,
Yet would I not repine;
Before they were possessed by me,
They were entirely thine.
3. Nor would I drop a murmuring word,
Though the whole world were gone,
But seek enduring happiness
In Thee, and Thee alone.
4. What is the world with all its store? (a)
'Tis but a bittersweet;
When I attempt to pluck the rose,
A prickly thorn I meet.
5. Here perfect bliss can ne'er be found,
The honey's mixed with gall;
Midst changing scenes and dying friends,
Be Thou my all in all.
(a) Holden has "with all its toys?"
