465    C.M.     Isaac Watts
Afflictions and Death under Providence. Job 5. 6-8

1 Not from the dust affliction grows,
  Nor troubles rise by chance;
  Yet we are born to cares and woes –
  A sad inheritance!

2 As sparks break out from burning coals,
  And still are upwards borne,
  So grief is rooted in our souls,
  And man grows up to mourn.

3 Yet with my God I leave my cause
  And trust his promised grace;
  He rules me by his well-known laws
  Of love and righteousness.

4 Not all the pains that e’er I bore
  Shall spoil my future peace;
  For death and hell can do no more
  Than what my Father please.