I cannot call affliction sweet

Verse 1

I cannot call affliction sweet, And yet 'twas good to bear: Affliction brought me to Thy feet, And I found comfort there.

Verse 2

My weanèd soul was all-resign'd To Thy most gracious will; Oh! had I kept that better mind, Or been afflicted still!

Verse 3

Where are the vows which then I vow'd, The joys which then I knew? Those vanish'd, like the morning cloud, These like the early dew.

Verse 4

Lord, grant me grace for every day, Whate'er my state may be, Through life, in death, with truth to say, "My God is all to me!"