All thy griefs by Him are ordered,

All thy griefs by Him are ordered, Needful is each one for thee; All thy tears by Him are counted, One too much there cannot be; And if while they fall so quickly Thou canst own His way is right, Then each bitter tear of anguish Precious is in Jesus' sight.

Far too well thy Savior loves thee To allow thy life to be One long, calm, unbroken summer- One unruffled, storm less sea; He would have thee fondly nestling Closer to His loving breast, He would have that day seem brighter When alone is perfect rest.