1 Not one step more, Heav'nly Father,
Would I take without Thy call;
Prone to race and rush — oh, rather
At Thy feet now would I fall!
Eyes, be blind, for God to view it;
Feet be stopp'd, leave Him the road;
Hands can only touche to rue it;
soul, be still, know He is God!
2 Praise to God! He often cresses
Plans and schemes poor elf has form'd,
Ad for reckon'd gains have losses
Sprung where God's dark purpose storm'd,
But I bless Him that His thunder,
Spake His grace into my soul,
And my heart melts at the wonder
God has brought good from the whole.
3 Gourds have perish'd, but I would not
Like impatient Jonah be;
Gog is God, and oh, I could not
Trace my road so well as He1
Darkest hour before the dawning,
Shadows thickest just before,
Lifting, show they'r but the awning
Drawn around our Father's door.
4 Bless His name! He ever mindeth
His Blood-Covenant with me;
And the would that trusts Him findeth
Good in all life's mystery:
so I worship, heart adoring,
God's kind Providence, and cease
All my fretful ways, imploring
God's forgiveness and His peace.