Scripture Verse

For He wounds, but He binds up; He smites, but His hands heal. Job 5:18


John B. Dykes (1823–1876)

Words: Ben­ja­min Bed­dome, 1778. Bed­dome wrote this hymn to ac­com­pa­ny a ser­mon gi­ven (un­known to him at the time) the day his son died.

Music: Be­ati­tu­do John B. Dykes, in Hymns An­cient and Mo­dern, 1875 (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know where to get a good pic­ture of Bed­dome (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),


My times of sor­row and of joy,
Great God, are in Thy hand;
My choic­est com­forts come from Thee,
And go at Thy com­mand.

Oh Lord, shouldst Thou with­hold them all,
Yet would I not re­pine;
Before they were by me pos­sessed,
They were en­tire­ly Thine.

Nor would I drop a mur­mur­ing word,
Though the whole world were gone,
But seek en­dur­ing hap­pi­ness,
In Thee, and Thee alone.

What is the world with all its store?
’Tis but a bit­ter sweet;
When I at­tempt to pluck the rose
A prick­ing thorn I meet.

Here per­fect bliss can ne’er be found,
The ho­ney’s mixed with gall;
Midst chang­ing scenes and dy­ing friends,
Be Thou my all in all.