Old-Line Primitive Baptist Hymn and Tune Book

365 (C.M.) Benjamin Beddome

My times of sorrow and of joy,

Great God! are in Thy hand;

My choicest comforts come from Thee,

And go at Thy command.

If Thou shouldst take them all away,

Yet would I not repine;

Before they were possessed by me,

They were entirely Thine.

Nor would I drop a murm'ring word,

Though the whole world were gone,

But seek enduring happiness

In Thee, and Thee alone.

What is the world with all its store?

'Tis but a bitter sweet;

When I attempt to pluck the rose,

A piercing thorn I meet.

Here perfect bliss can ne'er be found,

The honey's mixed with gall;

'Midst changing scenes and dying friends,

Be Thou my all in all.