Behold the mercy of our King,
Who takes from death its bitter sting,
And by His blood, and often ours,
Brings triumph out of hostile pow’rs,
And paints, with crimson, earth and soul
Until the bloody work is whole.
What we have lost God will restore -
That, and Himself, forevermore,
When He is finished with His art;
The quiet worship of our heart.
When God creates a humble hush,
And makes Leviathan His brush,
It won’t be long before the rod
Becomes the tender kiss of God.

-- John Piper, The Misery of Job and the Mercy of God