Sorrow | AdventAI

The Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Nov 10, 1863

Sorrow.

THERE are no lasting joys on earth; How often thus we, weeping, sigh, And e'en count joys of little worth, For joys and friends are doomed to die; And change is written on the tide And o'er the boundless fields of blue, And on man's glory and his pride, As on each flower of varied hue.

Thank God that 'tis so; he doth know— He of the infinite heart and mind— That which is best for us below, While we "know nothing, and are blind." His wisdom grasps the scope of years That circle round the Eternal Throne; He's wiser than the hopes and fears That all his creatures e'er have known.

He sees relations that exist Between the Now and the To Be, While we are walking in a mist, And e'en the present cannot see; And while he rules in love, and knows What fruits life's sorest ills may bear, He gives us joys, and only woes High wisdom sees that we should share.

So, when life's way doth darker grow, And fall like summer showers thy tears, Or when thy lot seems sad below While thinking o'er the pains of years, Roll Sorrow's tide of feeling back, And bid Hope spread for thee her store, While Faith beholds the shining track Of those who've walked by faith before.