THE Saviour Who redeemed our souls From death and endless woe, Whose wisdom each event controls, From Whom all mercies flow . . .
He has decreed that even here His faithful sons shall prove, Through good or ill, ’midst toil and fear, The riches of His love.
But then—when life’s brief term is o’er, And Heaven reveals her gates— What mighty blessings are in store, What endless glory waits!
Praise, then, your Saviour, all His saints, To Him devote your hearts; He hears and pities your complaints, And strength and joy imparts.
Harriet Auber, 1773-1862