Commit Thou All Thy Griefs

Commit thou all thy griefs

And ways in­to His hands

To His sure truth and ten­der care

Who Heav’n and earth com­mands.

Who points the clouds their course

Whom winds and seas ob­ey

He shall di­rect thy wan­der­ing feet

He shall pre­pare thy way.

Thou on the Lord re­ly

So safe shalt thou go on;

Fix on His work thy stead­fast eye

So shall thy work be done.

No pro­fit canst thou gain

By self con­sum­ing care;

To Him com­mend thy cause

His ear

Attends the soft­est pray­er.

Thy ev­er­last­ing truth

Father

Thy cease­less love

Sees all Thy child­ren’s wants

and knows

What best for each will prove.

Thou ev­ery­where hast sway

And all things serve Thy might;

Thy ev­ery act pure bless­ing is

Thy path un­sul­lied light.

When Thou aris­est

Lord

What shall Thy work with­stand?

Whate’er Thy child­ren want

Thou giv’st;

And who shall stay Thy hand?