1 Thrice comfortable hope
That calms my stormy breast;
My Father’s hand prepares the cup,
And what he wills is best.
2 My fearful heart he reads;
Secures my soul from harms;
While underneath his mercy spreads
Its everlasting arms.
3 His skill infallible,
His providential grace,
His power and truth, that never fail,
Shall order all my ways.
4 [The fictious power of chance
And fortune I defy;
My life’s minutest circumstance
Is subject to his eye.]
5 O might I doubt no more,
But in his pleasure rest;
Whose wisdom, love, and truth, and power,
Engage to make me blest!
Source: A Selection of Hymns for Public Worship. In four parts (10th ed.) (Gadsby's Hymns) #70