1 Lord, for the just Thou dost provide,
Thou art their sure defence;
Eternal Wisdom is their guide,
Their help, Omnipotence.
2 Though they through foreign lands should roam,
And breathe the tainted air
In burning climates, far from home,
Yet Thou, their Gad, art there.
3 Thy goodness sweetens every soil,
makes every country please;
Thou on the snowy hills dost smile,
And smooth'st the rugged seas.
4 When waves on waves, to heaven uprear'd,
Defied the pilots' art;
When terror in each face appear'd,
And sorrow in each heart;
5 To Thee I raised my humble prayer,
To snatch me from the grave:
I found Thine ear not slow to hear,
Nor short Thine arm to save.
6 Thou gav'st the word, the winds did cease,
The storms obey'd Thy will,
The raging sea was hush'd in peace,
And every wave was still.
7 For this, my life, in every state,
A life of praise shall be;
And death, when death shall be my fate.
Shall join my soul to Thee.
Source: Hymnal: according to the use of the Protestant Episcopal Church in the United States of America #269
Lord, for the just Thou dost provide [prepare]. Part of "How are Thy servants blest, O Lord," p. 17, i. 5.
--John Julian, Dictionary of Hymnology, Appendix, Part II (1907)