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.