Which doeth great things and unsearchable; marvellous things without number.—Job, v. 8, 9.

I know, O Lord, that Thy judgments are right, and that thou in faithfulness hast afflicted me.—Psalm cxix. 75.

If, friendless, in a vale of tears I stray,

Where briars wound, and thorns perplex my way—

Still let my steady soul Thy goodness see,

And with strong confidence lay hold on Thee;

With equal eye my various lot receive,

Resigned to die, or resolute to live;

Prepared to kiss the sceptre or the rod,

While God is seen in all, and all in God.