How Well Our Great Preserver Knows
How well our great Preserver knows,
To weigh and to relieve our woes!
Behold his wrath’s avenging blast,
How slow to rise, how soon o’erpast!
How prompt his favour to dispense
Its life-imparting influence!
How speedy his paternal love
Our deep afflictions to remove!
Grief for a night, obtrusive guest,
Beneath our roof perhaps may rest;
But joy, with the returning day,
Shall wipe each transient tear away.
With what delight, great God, I trace
The acts of thy stupendous grace!
To count them, were to count the sand
That lies upon the sea-beat strand.