1  All thy griefs by Him are ordered,

       Needful is each one for thee;

    All thy tears by Him are counted,

       One too much there cannot be;

    And if while they fall so quickly

       Thou canst own His way is right,

    Then each bitter tear of anguish

       Precious is in Jesus' sight.

 2  Far too well thy Savior loves thee

       To allow thy life to be

    One long, calm, unbroken summer —

       One unruffled, stormless sea;

    He would have thee fondly nestling

       Closer to His loving breast,

    He would have that day seem brighter

       When alone is perfect rest.