He is the Rock, His Work is perfect: for all His ways are Judgment: a God of Truth and without Iniquity, just and right is He.
What God does, He does well; He gives and takes away. He can look mercifully on us, or He can oppress us. Today we taste the Wine, but tomorrow the Tears. Today we sing, tomorrow we go to the grave.
What God does, is done well: who can match His Wisdom? If He calls my Child to Heaven, to dwell in pure Zion, and breaks my Heart into a thousand Pieces, who are am I to criticize?
What God does, is done well. He does not hesitate but makes it perfect, taking it from a thorny Path into His Bosom. We may weep for a Time, but what pleases God, He gathers for His own.
What God does, He does well. The World may lie and pervert, but in Heaven are Roses without Thorns. No matter that the World is a Wilderness, in God’s Hands is perfect safety.
What God does, He does well. I will surrender All to Him. Heaven is a beautiful Canaan, here a heathen World. Go there, Child, where the Sun always shines and never sets.
What God does, is well done. A Christian Heart believes that God will restore what Death has stolen from us. So rejoice my Child. For you there will be Hugs and Kisses in that Land of Milk and Honey.
Yes, God does it, and does it well! He sees my Tears as I look up to Heaven, with sighs and longing. O, that I could see my Child there with You! O yes, Lord, grant me this and let it be. Amen.
He came to bring the Mourners Joy 