Grief Was Sent Thee For Thy Good

Some there are who seem exempted
From the doom incurred by all:

Some there are who seem exempted
From the doom incurred by all:
Are they not more sorely tempted?
Are they not the first to fall?
As a mother’s firm denial
Checks her infant’s wayward mood,
Wisdom lurks in every trial —
Grief was sent thee for thy good.

In the scenes of former pleasure,
Present anguish hast thou felt;
O’er thy fond heart’s dearest treasure,
As a mourner, hast thou knelt;
In thy hour of deep affliction,
Let no impious thoughts intrude:
Meekly bow, with this conviction —
Grief was sent thee for thy good.