Quote#Wisdom
Blest is my lot, whate'er befall
Quote byCharlotte Elliott · 1789–1871
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Hours of Sorrow (1836), "Prayer to the Saviour", st. 9, p. 133..
English (original)
Blest is my lot, whate'er befall: What can disturb me, who appall, While, as my strength, my rock, my all, Saviour! I cling to Thee?
— Charlotte Elliott
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Renew my will from day to day! Blend it with Thine! and take away All that now makes it hard to say, "Thy will be done!"
From human eyes 'tis better to conceal Much that I suffer, much I hourly feel; But oh, this thought can tranquillise and heal, All, all is known to Thee.
Lord! till I reach yon blissful shore, No privilege so dear shall be, As thus my inmost soul to pour In prayer to Thee.
My God! is any hour so sweet, From blush of morn to evening-star, As that which calls me to Thy feet,— The hour of prayer?
Just as I am — Thou wilt receive, Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve, Because Thy promise I believe— O Lamb of God, I come!
Nay, all by Thee is ordered, chosen, planned, Each drop that fills my daily cup, Thy hand Prescribes for ills none else can understand, All, all is known to Thee.