Lord I Am Pained But I Resign
Lord! I am pain’d; but I resign
My body to thy will;
‘Tis grace, ’tis wisdom all divine
Appoints the pains I feel.
Dark are the ways of providence,
When those who love thee groan:
The reasons lie conceal’d from sense,
Mysterious and unknown.
Yet nature may have leave to speak,
And plead before her God,
Lest the o’er burden’d heart should break
Beneath thine heavy rod.
The mournful groans and flowing tears,
Give my poor spirit ease;
While every groan my Father hears;
And every tear he sees.
Is not some smiling hour at hand,
With peace upon its wings;
Give it, O God thy swift command,
With all the joys it brings!