1 Whate'er my God ordains is right;
His will is ever just;
Howe'er He orders now my cause,
I will be still and trust.
He is my God;
Though dark my road,
He holds me that I shall not fall,
Wherefore to Him I leave it all.
2 Whate'er my God ordains is right;
He never will deceive;
He leads me by the proper path,
And so to Him I cleave,
And take content
What He hath sent;
His hand can turn my griefs away,
And patiently I wait His day.
3 Whate'er my God ordains is right;
Though I the cup must drink
That bitter seems to my faint heart,
I will not fear nor shrink;
Tears pass away
With dawn of day;
Sweet comfort yet shall fill my heart,
And pain and sorrow shall depart.
4 Whate'er my God ordains is right;
My Light, My Life is He,
Who cannot will me aught but good;
I trust Him utterly;
For well I know,
In joy or woe,
We soon shall see, as sunlight clear,
How faithful was our Guardian here.
5 Whate'er my God ordains is right;
Here swill I take my stand,
Though sorrow, need, or death make earth
For me a desert land.
My Father's care
Is around me there,
He holds me that I shall not fall,
And so to Him I leave it all.
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First Line: | Whate'er my God ordains is right |
Meter: | P. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1871 |
Topic: | Offices of the Church: Visitation of the Sick |