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A LANCASTER DOXOLOGY.
“Some cotton has lately been imported into Farrington, where the
mills have been closed for a considerable time. The people, who were
previously in the deepest distress, went out to meet the cotton: the
women wept over the bales and kissed them, and finally sang the
Doxology over them.”
Spectator of May 14, 1863
- PRAISE God from whom all blessings flow.”
- Praise Him who sendeth joy and woe.
- The Lord who takes,—the Lord who gives,—
- O praise Him, all that dies, and lives.
- He opens and He shuts his hand,
- But why, we cannot understand:
- Pours and dries up his mercies’ flood,
- And yet is still All‐perfect Good.
- We fathom not the mighty plan,
- The mystery of God and man;
- We women, when afflictions come,
- We only suffer and are dumb.
- And when, the tempest passing by,
- He gleams out, sun‐like, through our sky,
- We look up, and through black clouds riven,
- We recognize the smile of Heaven.
- Ours is no wisdom of the wise,
- We have no deep philosophies:
- Childlike we take both kiss and rod,
- For he who loveth knoweth God.
