120 III.
The Lord doth all Things Well.
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Aller Gläubigen Sammelplatz
Moravian Hymn-Book.
Christ will gather in His own To the place where He is gone, Where their heart and treasure lie, Where our life is hid on high. | Day by day the voice saith, "Come, Enter thine eternal home;" Asking not if we can spare This dear soul it summons there. | Had He ask'd us, well we know We should cry, oh spare this blow! Yes, with streaming tears should pray, "Lord, we love him, let him stay!" | But the Lord doth nought amiss, And since He hath order'd this, We have nought to do but still Rest in silence on His will. | Many a heart no longer here, Ah! was all too inly dear; Yet, O Love, 'tis Thou dost call, Thou wilt be our All in all. | |