While we reside on earth, our weak heart and the distress of our soul sometimes prompt us to ask, "O Lord, why?" But on that day when we behold God and the harvest of joy is gathered from our sowing of tears, we will ask nothing more. Then we will have nothing but praise for the One who has guided us through sorrow to eternal glory, through trouble and toil to eternal rest. -- C. F. W. Walther, *God Grant It!* pp. 392,393
If our soul can find no comfort,
ReplyDeleteIf despondency grows strong,
And the heart cries out in anguish:
"O my God, how long, how long?"
Comfort then our aching breast,
Grant it courage, patience, rest.
Heinrich Held, "Come, O Come, Thou Quickening Spirit" v. 6
I'm sorry this isn't in LSB. Walther's words seem to repeat it in prose.
Jerry Gernander
A pity that one was lost to us for the moment, Pr. Gernander! It certainly does seem to be exactly what Walther was paraphrasing.
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