Yet let me talk with You about Your judgments.
Why does the way of the wicked prosper?
Why are those happy who deal so treacherously?
You have planted them, yes, they have taken root;
They grow, yes, they bear fruit.
You are near in their mouth
But far from their mind.
Hymn: TLH 519 :
Beloved It Is Well
1. Beloved, “It is well!”
God’s ways are always right,
And perfect love is o’er them all
Though far above our sight.
2. Beloved, “It is well!”
Though deep and sore the smart,
The hand that woudnds knows how to bind
And heal the broken heart.
3. Beloved, “It is well!”
Though sorrow clouds our way,
‘Twill only make the joy more dear
That ushers in the day.
4. Beloved, “It is well!”
The path that Jesus trod,
Though rough and strait and dark it be,
Leads home to heaven and God.