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“AS FOR GOD, HIS WAY IS PERFECT”

Mrs. G. Cossham

It seems to be a cloud of woe which is surrounding you, The

thing you always feared to face has now at last come true,

Your sun has set, your joys are gone;

You find yourself alone, alone!

Alone! a broken reed are you, trembling and sore afraid; You

cannot face your future life alone, bereft, dismayed—

Thus crieth out your aching heart,

Knowing, alas! only in part.

But God knows what has crossed your path. He saw before it

came.

He sent the cloud; He made the wound; He lit the furnace

flame, From out the cloud you’ll hear His voice,

And He will make your heart rejoice.

For if He wounds, His hands make whole. How sweet to be

bound up And comforted by Christ Himself, who drank our

bitter cup.

You’d not have known His healing grace

Had you not felt an aching place.

The fire He lit to melt the gold and cleanse away the dross,

Why doubt the love of Him who died for you upon the cross?

Then let this thought your spirit cheer,