God liveth still: Soul, why takest thought of ill? God is good, and God's compassion Never turns from earth away; His protecting hand will fashion Right from wrong, health from decay. Though we see not how, from sorrow Blessing shapes He for the morrow. So, my soul, think naught of ill: God is living, living still
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God liveth still:
Soul, why takest thought of ill?
God is good, and God's compassion
Never turns from earth away;
His protecting hand will fashion
Right from wrong, health from decay.
Though we see not how, from sorrow
Blessing shapes He for the morrow.
So, my soul, think naught of ill:
God is living, living still