Not ours to know the reason why,Unanswered is our prayer
But ours to wait for God‘s own time
To lift the cross we bear;
Not ours to know the reason why
From loved ones we must part,
But ours to live in faith and hope,
Though bleeding to the heart;
Not ours to know the reason
Why this anguish strife and pain,
But ours to know a crown of thorns
Sweet graces for us gain,
A cross, a bleeding heart and crown What greater gifts are given?
Be still, my heart and murmur not;
These are the keys of heaven.
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