A prescription for trying and uncertain times.
The closing lines of “In Desolation” by John Beaumont (1583-1627):
This then must be the medicine for my woes –
To yield to what my Savior may dispose;
To glory in my baseness; to rejoice
In mine afflictions; to obey His voice,
As well when threatenings my defects reprove,
As when I cherished am with words of love;
To say to Him, in every time and place,
“Withdraw Thy comforts, so Thou leave Thy grace.”
