“I LEAVE IT ALL WITH THEE.”
O God, I leave it all with Thee:
Thou leadest me;
And tho the way at times seems drear,
I will not fear. Do not I know that I am Thine,
And Thou art mine?
Why, then, should I be filled with care,
Or why despair? There is an eye, a loving eye,
That from the sky
Is watching o’er me when I dread
My path to tread. There is a voice, a gentle voice,
Bids me rejoice,
E’en in the very gloomiest hour
When storm-clouds lower. There is a hand omnipotent;
I am content
While I can trust that hand divine
Is holding mine. There is a heart of tenderness;
And it’s caress
Is balm to my poor troubled breast,
And gives me rest. That eye, that voice, that hand, that heart,
Sweet peace impart;
And in them all by faith I see
One who loves me; One whom I ever trust and love
All friends above;
One on whom to all eternity
I will rely. Then, Lord, I leave it all with Thee;
Thou strengthenest me;
And if the way seem dark and drear,
I will not fear.