Ah, yes, ’tis all in love
My Father strikes the blow,
And though my faint and bleeding heart
Had well-nigh sunk beneath the smart,
The Lord has brought me through.
“Fear not,” He sweetly cries,
“Nor murmur at my will,
Those whom I love while here below,
I must rebuke and chasten too,
But oh, I love thee still.”
Lord, I believe Thy word,
The promise is for me,
’Tis sovereign love prepares the cup,
Then joyfully I’ll drink it up,
Because it comes from Thee.
What joy the assurance gives,
To know that all is love,
It penetrates the dreary gloom,
And bids me look beyond the tomb
To yonder world above.
There my poor heart can rest,
For earth is not my home,
There pain and sickness all are o’er,
There parting words are heard no more,
For death can never come.
Then give or take away,
I know Thy will is best,
All things must work for good to me,
And as my day my strength shall be,
Lord, I am truly blest.
Oh precious, precious thought,
Its sweetness who can tell,
I’ll gird my loins and journey on,
I’ll sing, and this shall be my song,
“He doeth all things well.”