Submissive to thy will, my God,
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Submissive to thy will, my God,I all to thee resign,And bow before thy chastening rod:I mourn, but not repine.
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Why should my foolish heart complain,When wisdom, truth, and loveDirect the stroke, inflict the pain,And point to joys above?
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How short are all my sufferings here,How needful every cross!Away my unbelieving fears,Nor call my gain my loss.
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Then give, dear Lord, or take away,I'll bless thy sacred name;My Jesus, yesterday, to-day,Forever is the same.