Is crushed beneath the bruising smart,
Still, while the bitter tear-drops start,
Believe good things of God.
'Tis true, thou canst not understand
The dealings of thy Father's hand;
But, trusting what his love has planned,
Believe good things of God.
He loves thee! In that love confide—
Unchanging, faithful, true, and tried;
And let or joy or grief betide,