Afflictions and Death Under Providence

Verse 1

Not from the dust affliction grows, Nor troubles rise by chance; Yet we are born to cares and woes – A sad inheritance!

Verse 2

As sparks break out from burning coals, And still are upwards borne, So grief is rooted in our souls, And man grows up to mourn.

Verse 3

Yet with my God I leave my cause And trust his promised grace; He rules me by his well-known laws Of love and righteousness.

Verse 4

Not all the pains that e’er I bore Shall spoil my future peace; For death and hell can do no more Than what my Father please.