Divine Consolation by Annie R. Smith

Publishing Committee · Rochester, N. Y. · Jul 10, 1855

Divine Consolation.

By Annie R. Smith

It is by providential dispensation We pass beneath the rod; But in each pang this brings us consolation: They are all known to God.

He watches o'er us with a kind protection, Through every changing hour; With all a Heavenly Father's pure affection, To shield us by his power.

'Tis not in vain that we endure affliction; For they fulfill their part, In mercy sent as Heaven's benediction, To purify the heart.

'Tis then the soul for heavenly aid is pleading, Its loneliness to cheer; When earthly scenes are from our view receding, 'Tis then that Heaven draws near.

Some longer stay to act in life's relation, While some sleep in the dust; His ways are past our narrow penetration; Yet in him we can trust.

There's many a cloud that dims our mental vision, Yet he knows what is best; If we our all resign, from fields elysian The heavenly Dove brings rest.

There's joy unbounded when we hold communion With Him who rules o'er all, And feel that he with sweetest filial union, Will us, his children, call.

Enrobed in white, with heavenly luster shining, The jewels of his love, With wreaths of beauty round the brow entwining, Will reign with him above.

Let life, with suffering, be my portion given, Or in the grave my rest, If I but have, at last, a place in heaven, A home among the blest.

ANNIE R. SMITH. Wilton, N. H., June 24th, 1855.