Afflictions and death under Providence. <br /> <br />Job 5:6-8. <br /> <br />Not from the dust affliction grows, <br />Nor troubles rise by chance; <br />Yet we are born to cares and woes; <br />A sad inheritance! <br /> <br />As sparks break out from burning coals, <br />And still are upwards borne <br />So grief is rooted in our souls, <br />And man grows up to mourn. <br /> <br />Yet with my God I leave my cause, <br />And trust his promised grace; <br />He rules me by his well-known laws <br />Of love and righteousness. <br /> <br />Not all the pains that e'er I bore <br />Shall spoil my future peace, <br />For death and hell can do no more <br />Than what my Father please.<br /><br />Isaac Watts<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hymn-83/
