Say Not My Soul From Whence
by Thomas T. Lynch (1818-1871)
Say not, my soul, “From whence
Can God relieve my care?”
Remember that Omnipotence
Hath servants everywhere.
His help is always sure,
His methods seldom guessed;
Delay will make our pleasure pure:
Surprise will give it zest.
His wisdom is sublime,
His heart supremely kind:
God never is before His time,
And never is behind.
Hast thou assumed a load
Which none will bear with thee?
And art thou bearing it for God
And shall He fail to see?
Be comforted at heart,
Thou art not left alone;
Now thou the Lord’s companion art
Soon thou shalt share his throne.
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