1 

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.

 2 

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.