1 Let the whole race of creatures lie
Abased before the Lord!
Whate'er His powerful hand has form'd
He governs with a word.
2 Ten thousand ages ere the skies
Were into motion brought,
All the long years and worlds to come
Stood present to His thought.
3 There's not a sparrow or a worm
O'erlook'd in His decrees;
He raises monarchs to a throne,
Or sinks with equal ease.
4 If light attend the course I go,
'Tis He provides the rays;
And 'tis His hand that hides the sun,
If darkness cloud my days.
5 Trusting His wisdom and His love,
I would not wish to know
What in the book of His decrees
Awaits me here below.
6 Be this alone my fervent prayer,
Whate'er my lot shall be,
Or joys, or sorrows, may they form
My soul for heaven and Thee!
Source: Book of Worship (Rev. ed.) #71