Poems (Helen Jenkins)/To Mrs. Elizabeth Stone
TO MRS. ELIZABETH STONE.
I know how bitter was the cup God gave
To thee, my friend! how cruel was the wave
Of grief from which no earthly hand could save!
To thee, my friend! how cruel was the wave
Of grief from which no earthly hand could save!
Trustful and true thy faith in God must be!
His grace alone can thus enable thee
To hide thy broken heart, that none may see;
His grace alone can thus enable thee
To hide thy broken heart, that none may see;
Despite thy sorrow to be cheerful still,
Bravely submitting to the Master's will,
Knowing thy darling safe from every ill.
Bravely submitting to the Master's will,
Knowing thy darling safe from every ill.
Sadly bereaved, yet blessed, O my friend,
Art thou! The waiting soon will end.
How joyously thy footsteps heavenward tend!
Art thou! The waiting soon will end.
How joyously thy footsteps heavenward tend!