Theodicy


O sovereign Lord of all

To You we lift our eyes

Before Your holiness we fall

O Father please hear our cries

 

Though trial and tribulation abound

And great evil we cannot ban

Our worries, You say, are unsound

And we should seek solace in Your plan

 

We do not know whom evil will select

Or why the innocent must suffer

But You promise to preserve Your elect

You are the Holy buffer

 

And when we feel tempted to ask why

We merely need to look Heaven bound

And to our Father we can cry

Only in You can comfort be found

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