(I've gotta feeling if I sang this loud enough, you would sing it back to me.)
Saturday, January 06, 2007
Whate'er My God Ordains (2)
Whate’er my God ordains is right: Though now this cup, in drinking, May bitter seem to my faint heart, I take it, all unshrinking. My God is true; each morn anew Sweet comfort yet shall fill my heart, And pain and sorrow shall depart.