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'st take them all away,
Yet would I not repine;
Before they were possess'd by me,
They were entirely thine.
3 Nor would I drop a murm'ring word,
Tho' the whole world were gone;
But seek enduring happiness
In thee, and thee alone.
4 What is the world, of all things here?
'Tis but a bitter sweet;
When I attempt a rose to pluck,
A pricking thorn I meet.
5 Here perfect bliss can ne'er be found,
The honey's mixt with gall;
Midst changing scenes and dying friends
Be thou my ALL IN ALL.
A Collection of Evangelical Hymns #CIV1 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'st take them all away,
Yet would I not repine;
Before they were possess'd by me,
They were entirely thine.
3 Nor would I drop a murm'ring word,
Tho' the whole world were gone;
But seek enduring happiness
In thee, and thee alone.
4 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.
5 Here perfect bliss can ne'er be found,
The honey's mixt with gall;
Midst changing scenes and dying friends
Be thou my ALL IN ALL.
A Collection of Evangelical Hymns #CXXXVIII1 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 shouldst take them all away,
Yet would I not repine;
Before they were possess'd by me,
They were entirely thine.
3 Now would I drop a murmuring word,
Tho' the whole world were gone,
But seek enduring happiness
In thee, and thee alone.
4 What is the world with all its store?
'Tis but a bitter-sweet;
When I attempt to pluck the rose,
A piercing thorn I meet.
5 Here perfect bliss can ne'er be found,
The honey's mixt with gall;
Midst changing scenes and dying friends,
Be thou my all in all.
A Selection of Hymns: from the best authors, intended to be an appendix to Dr. Watt's psalms and hymns. (1st Am. ed.) #CCLXXVI1. 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 shouldst 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?
’Tis but a bitter sweet;
When I attempt to pluck the rose
A pricking 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.
The Cyber Hymnal #43841 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'st take them all away,
Yet would I not repine;
Before they were possess'd by me,
They were entirely thine.
3 Now would I drop a murm'ring word,
Tho' the whole world were gone,
But seek enduring happiness
In thee, and thee alone.
4 What is the world with all its store?
'Tis a deceitful cheat;
When I attempt to pluck the rose,
A piercing thorn I meet.
5 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.
The Hartford Selection of Hymns from the Most Approved Authors: to which are added a number never before published #CLXIV1 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'st take them all away,
Yet would I not repine;
Before they were possess'd by me,
They were entirely thine.
3 Now would I drop a murm'ring word,
Tho' the whole world were gone,
But seek enduring happiness
In thee, and thee alone.
4 What is the world with all its store?
'Tis a deceitful cheat;
When I attempt to pluck the rose,
A piercing thorn I meet.
5 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.
The Hartford Selection of Hymns: from the most approved authors: to which are added a number never before published (2nd ed.) #CLXIV1 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 shouldst 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.
The Seventh-Day Adventist Hymn and Tune Book: for use in divine worship #729