In our unreason and unrest,
How little know we what is best!
How little can explore the deep
Whence emanates our weal and woe!
But this we feel, and this we know,
“God giveth His beloved sleep.”
He, while we ramble far about
In realms of darkness and of doubt,
Doth His eternal counsels keep;
Watches our ways, supplies our needs,
Strengthens the weak, the wanderer leads,
And “giveth His beloved sleep!”
But gifts there are which, though pursued
With passion by the multitude,
Who idly sow, and blindly reap;
Rank, fortune, fame, not these—not these—
Are God’s supreme benignities:
“He giveth His beloved sleep!”
His own belov
(John Bowring)
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