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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