I HAVE no cares, O blessed Will!
For all my cares are Thine;
I live in triumph, Lord; for Thou
Hast made Thy triumphs mine.
And when it seems no chance or change
From grief can set me free,
Hope finds its strength in helplessness,
And gladly waits on Thee.
Man's weakness, waiting upon God,
Its ends can never miss,
For men on earth no work can do
More angel-like than this.
Ride on, ride on triumphantly,
Thou glorious Will, ride on!
Faith's pilgrim sons behind Thee take
The road that Thou hast gone.