- The time of mourning and of joy
In Thine stock do all lay
My comfort from Thine hand doth come
In Thine command forth go.
- If Thou will from me to retrieve
I shall never be crossed
When all yet I may doth possess
All but Thine possession.
- Nay not ever will I blaspheme
If the earth fly away,
Eternal joy I shall all seek
From Thee and Thee alone.
- The earth and its fullness of nought
All but bitter savour;
Much as I would the flower to reap
But Thorn all that I met.
- Perfect joy nay is here to find;
Honey laden with gall
Amidst all changing tides of life
Be Thou my all in all. Amen.