O Father of the Universe! 'tis thou
Who giv'st us life, and health, and joy, and ease;
For these continu'd grateful let us be;
If taken from us, let us firm believe
Thy goodness equal in what thou withhold'st,
As in what thou benevolently giv'st;
Let us submit.   But oh! if 'tis thy will
To save my friend, and hold her yet in life,
O God of Heaven! how thankful shall I be.
If not, let me, all humble, strive to yield,
Assur'd that thou hast everlasting store
Of endless bliss for every soul like her's;
For true religion purified her heart, —
Ran through the current of her blameless life,
And made it one continued hymn to Thee!