ANGELS' SONGS FROM THE GOLDEN CITY OF THE BLESSED
Edythe Morahan-de Lauzon

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Whenever life's ways are all awry,
And blinding trouble seizes me.
My soul cries out in pain and grief
"Am I forsaken, Lord, by Thee?"
The joy I had to ashes turns,
And bright-eyed hope gives way to fears ;
My soul disheartened, with dismay
Shrinks from the thought of coming years.
I bow my head in deepest woe.
My weary soul can find no rest
When lo ! a silvery voice calls out,
" Whatever is, is best !
" Oh trust thy God ! He sees thy grief,
And thy despairing cry he hears
Oh cast thy burdens on the Lord,
And He will wipe away thy tears !"
This comfort comes like balm to me,
Hope dwells within my soul once more
I cast my burdens on the Lord,
For He will fight Life's Battle sore !
His glory shines around me then.
And in His Presence I am blest ;
My soul with joy cries out to Him,
" Whatever is, is best !"
" Whatever is, is best
Though strange the way may seem to me !
And when my burdens are too great,
I'll cast them all, Lord God, on Thee !''