We know that all things work together
for good to them that love God.
Romans 8:28
All things must ever work for good
To those who love the Lord,
Who blends from life's discordant notes,
One sweet, harmonious chord.
As shuttles fly He takes all threads,
And weaves with good and ill,
The ordered texture of our lives,
The pattern of His will.
The sick may oft recoil with fear
To feel the surgeon's knife;
The skilful hand that guides the blade
Can save a precious life.
When o'er life's ocean head-winds rage,
The mind is oft distraught;
The same opposing force can drive,
By means of tacks, to port.
Look at the tall grandfather clock,
When pressed with dismal woe;
It is the heavy weights within
That make it chime and go!
Behold with wonder Calv'ry's cross,
Where love and justice meet:
From brokenness comes blessedness,
From bitterness comes sweet.
It is God's wise prerogative,
For His dear children now,
To bring out good from seeming ill,
The very best endow.
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