Oliver Holden - Bitter Sweet - текст песни (слова)

Resignation, or God our portion
 
 1. My times of sorrow and of joy,
 Great God, are in Thy hand;
 My choicest comforts come from Thee
 And go at Thy command.
 
 2  If thou should take them all away,
 Yet would I not repine;
 Before they were possessed by me,
 They were entirely thine.
 
 3. Nor would I drop a murmuring word,
 Though the whole world were gone,
 But seek enduring happiness
 In Thee, and Thee alone.
 
 4. What is the world with all its store? (a)
 'Tis but a bitter-sweet;
 When I attempt to pluck the rose,
 A prickly thorn I meet.
 
 5. 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.
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 (a) Holden has "with all its toys?"