Resignation? or, God Our Portion

My times of sorrow and of joy,

Great God! are in thy hand;

My choicest comforts come from thee,

And go at thy command.

If thou should'st take them all away,

Yet would I not repine;

Before they were possess'd by me,

They were entirely thine.

Nor would I drop a murm'ring word,

Tho' the whole world were gone;

But seek enduring happiness

In thee, and thee alone.

What is the world with all its store,

'Tis but a bitter-sweet;

When I attempt to pluck the rose,

A pricking thorn I meet.

Here perfect bliss can ne'er be found,

The honey's mixt with gall;

Midst changing scenes and dying friends

Be thou my ALL IN ALL.