Crosses are blessings.
SINCE all the varying scenes of time
God’s watchful eye surveys,
O, who so wise to choose our lot,
Or to appoint our ways?
2 Good, when he gives, supremely good,
Nor less when he denies;
E’en crosses, from his sov’reign hand,
Are blessings in disguise.
3 Why should we doubt a Father’s love,
So constant and so kind?
To his unerring, gracious will
Be every wish resign’d.
John Hervey
Methodist Episcopal hymnal (1870 edition)
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