‘Tis Hard, When We Are Sick and Poor

‘Tis Hard, When We Are Sick and Poor
And they who lov’d us, love no more;
When riches, health, and friends are gone,
To say, “O Lord, thy will be done:”
Yet Lord, I would to thee resign
And say, “My Father’s will be mine.”

‘Tis is hard, when in our souls distress,
All, all around is wilderness;
When herbs and quenching streams there’s none,
To say, “My Father’s will be done.”
Yet, Lord, I would to thee resign
And say, “My Father’s will be mine.”

And yet, how light our sorrows be,
To His, in dark Gethsemane,
Who drank the cup, with stifled groan,
And said, “My Father’s will be done.”
Dear Lord, may I to thee resign,
And say, “My Father’s will be mine.”

Thomas J Judkin

First published 1837 in The Baptist Hymn Book: Comprising a large and choice collection of psalms, hymns and spiritual songs, adapted to the faith and order of the Old School or Primitive Baptists. (Information from Hymnary.org)