Thou Maintainest My Lot

 

Source of my lifeís refreshing springs,

   Whose presence in my heart sustains me,

Thy love appoints me pleasant things,

   Thy mercy orders all that pains me.

 

If loving hearts were never lonely,

   If all they wished might always be,

Accepting what they look for only,

   They might be gladĺbut not in thee.

 

Well may thine own beloved, who see

   In all their lot their Fatherís pleasure,

Bear loss of all they love save thee,

   Their living, everlasting treasure.

 

Well may thy happy children cease

   From restless wishes, prone to sin,

And, in thine own exceeding peace,

   Yield to thy daily discipline.

 

We need as much the cross we bear

   As air we breathe, as light we see!

It draws us to thy side in prayer,

   It binds us to our strength in thee.

 

ANNA LETITIA WARING

 

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