There comes an hour when all must feel
The bitter pain, and burning smart;
Take up thy fate for woe or weal,
Act nobly thy allotted part.

Cast no repining, backward gaze;
Adversity has uses sweet!
Catch every tear of sorrow’s days,
And lay them at thy Master’s feet.

Humanity can ne’er attain
Unto the law of perfect love;
And every pleasure brings a pain;
The problem will be solved above.

Why you and I must wear the robe
That sorrow weaves with careful hand,
I cannot tell; but know ’tis love;
I question not the dark command.

Unto a knowledge of His ways,
On earth we never can attain;
But patience makes these golden days,
A skillful Master holds the reign.

Then “be unto me,” I pray,
“Even as thou wilt,” while here delight,
Some hours are dark; Thou knowest the way;
Will guide my wandering steps aright.

Author: Unknown

Signs of the Times
Volume 27, Number 5; March 1, 1859

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