Trust in God’s Providence
Commend thy ways, O mortal,
And humbly raise thy sighs.
To him, who in his wisdom,
Rules earth, and sea, and skies.
He who for all has found a spot,
Wind, wave and ocean dread,
Will find a place, oh! doubt it not,
Thy foot can likewise tread! In him alone confide thou must,
Ere he will bless thy deed;
In his word must thou put thy trust,
If thy work shall succeed.
Murmurs, and vain repining,
And effort—all will fail;
God will not listen unto thee—
Prayer can alone prevail. All means and ways possessing,
Whate'er he does is right;
His every deed a blessing,
His steps one path of light!
To thee it is not given
The tempest's rage to quell;
God reigns supreme in heaven,
And all he does is well. True, it may seem a moment
As though thou wert forgot,
As though he were unmindful
Of thine unhappy lot;
As though thy grief and anguish
Reached not the eternal throne,
And thou wert left to languish
In sorrow and alone. But if, though much should grieve thee,
Thy faith shall ne'er have ceased,
Be sure he shall relieve thee,
When thou expect'st it least.
Then hail to thee victorious!
Thou hast and thou alone,
The honor bright and glorious,
The conquest and the throne.