Songs 5

¹Though trouble springs not from the dust,

nor sorrow from the ground;

Yet ills on ills, by Heav’n’s decree,

in man’s estate are found.

²As sparks in close succession rise,

so man, the child of woe,

Is doom’d to endless cares and toils

through all his life below.

³But with my God I leave my cause;

from him I seek relief;

To him, in confidence of pray’r,

unbosom all my grief.

⁴Unnumber’d are his wondrous works,

unsearchable his ways;

’Tis his the mourning soul to cheer,

the bowed down to raise.