Afflictions and Death under Providence. Job 5. 6-8
I. Watts C.M.
1
Not from the dust affliction grows,
Nor troubles rise by chance;
Yet we are born to cares and woes –
A sad inheritance!
2
As sparks break out from burning coals,
And still are upward borne,
So grief is rooted in our souls,
And man grows up to mourn.
3
Yet with my God I leave my cause
And trust his promised grace;
He rules me by his well-known laws
Of love and righteousness.
4
Not all the pains that e’er I bore
Shall spoil my future peace;
For death and hell can do no more
Than what my Father please.
