1 My times are in Thy hand,
How precious is the thought,
No change can but by thy command,
Come o'er my earthly lot.

2 Serene my soul may dwell
In this abode of clay,
While Thou who doest all things well,
Appointest here my stay.

3 If sunny, peaceful days
Of health and joy are mine,
In these my thankful heart will crave
Tokens of love Divine.

4 If adverse changes come,
And tempests round me beat,
The thought that thou doest rule the storm,
Will then be doubly sweet.

5 No needless grief or pain,
Thou'lt cause me here to know,
Yet loving discipline may wean
My heart from things below.

6 Should such to me be sent,
Cheerful I'll kiss the rod,
And think, as fails this tenement,
Of dwelling with my God.