Hymn 617, stanza 3

“God’s will doth make the bitter sweet,
And all is well when it is done;
Unless His will doth hallow it,
The glory of all joy is gone.”

 
This is to serve as a preemptive reminder to myself for later down the line, both in the way of comfort and as a straight, sober word.

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