Could saints but see what fruits their troubles bring
All their afflictions, rightly understood,
Are blessings; ev’ry wind will blow some good
Sure at their troubles saints would never grudge,
Were sense deposed, and faith made the judge.
Falls make them warier, amend their pace;
When gift puff up their hearts, and weaken grace.
Could Satan see the issue, and th’ event
Of his temptations, he would scarcely tempt.
Could saints but see what fruits their troubles bring,
Amidst those troubles they would shout and sing.
O sacred wisdom! who can but admire
To see how thou dost save from fire, by fire!
No doubt but saints in glory wondr’ing stand
At those strange methods few now understand.
–John Flavel, Navigation Spiritualized (Works, 5:280)