(Aldborough, 1825.)
(Aldborough, 1825.)
(Aldborough, 1825.)
Creator, Father, Lord, it is Thy Will,It is Thy Act; and Thou canst do [no ill;]The time may come when [things] that [grievous seem]Will be the Trouble of a feverish Dream;And that which now such Grief and Sorrow bringsShall be the Solace of the Heart it wrings.We our Impressions from the Moment take,And know not why we grieve, till we Awake.
Creator, Father, Lord, it is Thy Will,It is Thy Act; and Thou canst do [no ill;]The time may come when [things] that [grievous seem]Will be the Trouble of a feverish Dream;And that which now such Grief and Sorrow bringsShall be the Solace of the Heart it wrings.We our Impressions from the Moment take,And know not why we grieve, till we Awake.
Creator, Father, Lord, it is Thy Will,It is Thy Act; and Thou canst do [no ill;]The time may come when [things] that [grievous seem]Will be the Trouble of a feverish Dream;And that which now such Grief and Sorrow bringsShall be the Solace of the Heart it wrings.We our Impressions from the Moment take,And know not why we grieve, till we Awake.
Creator, Father, Lord, it is Thy Will,
It is Thy Act; and Thou canst do [no ill;]
The time may come when [things] that [grievous seem]
Will be the Trouble of a feverish Dream;
And that which now such Grief and Sorrow brings
Shall be the Solace of the Heart it wrings.
We our Impressions from the Moment take,
And know not why we grieve, till we Awake.