The Stennetts of England - Samuel Stennett D.D. - Hymn Poems

Nature, she shews her weeping eyes

Nature, she shews her weeping eyes,
When e'er a near relation dies;
Her streaming eyes flow down with tears,
Her streaming eyes flow down with tears,
A sad, a mournful face appears.

Nature laments the grievous loss,
Repines and mourns beneath the cross!
Because it cannot be resign'd
Because it cannot be resign'd
To God our heav'nly Father's mind.

Around the coffin nature stands,
With quiv'ring lips and tremb'ling hands;
With restless eyes surveys the dead,
With restless eyes surveys the dead,
The great destruction death has made.

With murm'ring eyes she doth survey
Her fellow lump of mortal clay;
Destroy'd by Death's consuming spear,
Destroy'd by Death's consuming spear,
The King of Nature's dread and fear.

Nature is not subject we find
To the Almighty's sacred mind;
She cannot say, Oh sov'reign Son
She cannot say, Oh sov'reign Son
Thy ways are just, thy will be done.

We in the spirit are resign'd
To God's all righteous will and mind;
And thus the true believer says,
And thus the true believer says,
"The Lord is just in all his ways."

He says "Thy heav'nly will be done,
Thou righteous Lord, eternal Son;
Thou everlasting God and king,
Thou everlasting God and king,
Thy will be done in every thing."

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