I know this bitter cross and smart
Thy hand it is that sendeth!
Yea, Lord, I know this burden great
Thou sendest not in wrath and hate,
But 'tis in love appointed.
That ever is Thy way all-wise,
Thy child in woe must languish,
Thou whom Thou lovest, dost chastise,
'Fore joy Thou sendest anguish,
Sink'st us to hell, in woe we lie,