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

stormless sea;

He would have thee fondly nestling

Closer to His loving breast

He would have that day seem brighter

When alone is perfect rest.