‘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 […]