Kings and Queens of England with Other Poems — 'My times are in thy hand'

"MY TIMES ARE IN THY HAND."

My times are in thy hand, my God!

And I rejoice that they are so;

My times are in thy hand, my God, Whether it be for weal or woe.

My times are in thy hand, I know;

And if I'm washed in Jesus' blood, Though dark my pathway here below, It leads directly up to God.

Since all thy children chastening need, And all _so called_ must feel the rod, Why for exemption should I plead, For am I not thy child, my God?

Ah why go mourning all the day, Or why should I from trials shrink?

Though much of sorrow's in my cup, The cup that I am called to drink.

'Tis needful medicine I know, By the most skilful hand prepared, Strictly proportioned to my wants, There's _not a drop_ that can be spared.

Then why desponding, oh my soul, Because of trials here below?

They're all appointed by my God, My times are in thy hand, I know.

Jan.

18, 1863.