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Why - the critics will call it good.
Death comes with a crawl
Or comes with a pounce.
And whether he's slow or spry
It isn't the fact you're dead, that counts
But only - how did you die?

God Over ruling.

When adverse forces block my way
And turn to night my every day
How grand the thot, if I can say
God rules the world.

When all the lights of earth are out
And budding hope gives place to doubt
Blest be the faith that bids me shout
God rules the world

When sorrow fills my heart with woe
And robs my heaven here below
Dumb grief is mine, if I cannot know.
God rules the world.