1 God, my hope and consolation, Ever Thou my refuge be! In Thy care I’ll find protection, Though no other light I see. Oft on rugged road of sadness I find comfort, joy and gladness; Guided by Thy hand alone, “Thine and not my will be done.” 2 All things be to Thee committed; All Thou doest is well done; If for death or life I’m fitted, Thy commands I’ll never shun. Though the burden oft be grievous, Thou dost comfort and relieve us; Guided by Thy hand alone, “Thine and not my will be done.” 3 Lead me, Lord, as Thou best knowest How before Thee I should live; If but Thou my footstep guidest, Joy and blessings I receive. If in grace with Thee I’m standing, Dangers fade at Thy commanding; Guided by Thy hand alone, “Thine and not my will be done.” 4 Though I meet with pain and sorrow, Oft must feel how hard it be Through afflictions here to struggle, Yet my God shall faithful be. Thou dost help my burden carry; Should I comfortless then tarry? Guided by Thy hand alone, “Thine and not my will be done.” 5 In Thy hands I am committed, Father, with content repose; Ev’ry charge shall be acquitted; Turned to bliss shall be my woes. When at last from heaven’s portal, I review my life-path mortal, I shall utter, deeply moved, “O how truly Thou hast loved!”