Dinah Maria Craik (Дина Мария Крейк)

A Lancashire Doxology

 "PRAISE God from whom all blessings flow."  
 Praise Him who sendeth joy and woe.
 The Lord who takes, — the Lord who gives, —
 O praise Him, all that dies, and lives.
 He opens and He shuts his hand,
 But why, we cannot understand:
 Pours and dries up his mercies' flood,
 And yet is still All-perfect Good.
 We fathom not the mighty plan,
 The mystery of God and man;
 We women, when afflictions come,
 We only suffer and are dumb.
 And when, the tempest passing by,
 He gleams out, sun-like, through our sky,
 We look up, and through black clouds riven,
 We recognize the smile of Heaven.
 Ours is not wisdom of the wise,
 We have no deep philosophies:
 Childlike we take both kiss and rod,
 For he who loveth knoweth God.

1. The New Year
2. For Music
3. A True Hero
4. The House of Clay
5. Plighted

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