My times of sorrow and of joy.

We sang this hymn this morning and was the thing that's stuck on my mind from service.

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 should'st take them all away, yet would I not repine;

Before they were possess'd by me, they were entirely Thine.

Nor would I drop a murm'ring word, tho' 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 pricking thorn I meet.

Here perfect bliss can ne'er be found, the honey's mix'd with gall;

Midst changing scenes and dying friends, be Thou my all in all.