At The Water’s Edge

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How dark, O Lord, are Thy decrees,
All hid from mortal sight,
All our joys to sorrow turning,
And our triumphs into mourning,
As the night succeeds the day.
No certain bliss,
No solid peace,
We mortals know
On earth below,
Yet on this maxim still obey:
“Whatever is, is right.”

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Libretto and video from Handel’s Jephtha.  Picture taken at sunset by the Chinese Fishing Nets,  Fort Cochin.