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.

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.