Commit Whatever Grieves Thee

Commit what­ev­er grieves thee

Into the gra­cious hands

Of Him who nev­er leaves thee

Who Heav’n and earth com­mands.

Who points the clouds their cours­es

Whom winds and waves ob­ey

He will di­rect thy foot­steps

And find for thee a way.

On Him place Thy re­li­ance

If thou wouldst be se­cure;

His work thou must con­si­der

If thine is to en­dure.

By anx­ious sighs and griev­ing

And self tor­ment­ing care

God is not moved to giv­ing;

All must be gained by pray­er.

Thy truth and grace

O Fa­ther

Most sure­ly see and know

Both what is good and ev­il

For mor­tal man be­low.

According to Thy coun­sel

Thou wilt Thy work pur­sue;

And what Thy wis­dom choos­eth

Thy might will al­ways do.

Thy hand is nev­er short­ened

All things must serve Thy might;

Thine ev­ery act is bless­ing

Thy path is pur­est light.

Thy work no man can hin­der

Thy pur­pose none can stay

Since Thou to bless Thy child­ren

Wilt al­ways find a way.

Though all the pow­ers of ev­il

The will of God op­pose

His pur­pose will not fal­ter

His plea­sure on­ward goes.

Whate’er God’s will re­solv­eth

Whatever He in­tends

Will al­ways be ac­comp­lished

True to His aims and ends.

Then hope

my fee­ble spir­it

And be thou un­dis­mayed;

God helps in ev­ery tri­al

And makes thee un­afraid.

Await His time with pa­tience

Then shall thine eyes be­hold

The sun of joy and glad­ness

His bright­est beams unfold.

Arise

my soul

and ban­ish

Thy ang­uish and thy care.

Away with thoughts that sad­den

And heart and mind en­snare!

Thou art not lord and mas­ter

Of thine own des­ti­ny;

Enthroned in high­est Heav­en

God rules in eq­ui­ty.

Leave all to His di­rect­ion;

In wis­dom He doth reign

And in a way most won­drous

His course He will main­tain.

Soon He

His pro­mise keep­ing

With won­der-work­ing skill

Shall put away the sor­rows

That now thy spir­it fill.

A while His con­so­la­tion

He may to thee de­ny

And seem as though in tri­al

He far from thee would fly;

A while dis­tress and ang­uish

May com­pass thee around

Nor to thy sup­pli­ca­tion

An an­swer­ing voice be found.

But if thou per­sev­er­est

Thou shalt de­liv­er­ance find.

Behold

all un­ex­pect­ed

He will thy soul un­bind

And from the hea­vy bur­den

Thy heart will soon set free;

And thou wilt see the bless­ing

He had in mind for thee.

O faith­ful child of Heav­en

How bless­èd shalt thou be!

With songs of glad thanks­giv­ing

A crown await­eth thee.

Into thy hand thy mak­er

Will give the vic­tor’s palm

And thou to thy de­liv­er­er

Shalt sing a joy­ous psalm

Give

Lord

this con­sum­ma­tion

To all our heart’s dis­tress;

Our hands

our feet

e’er strength­en

In death our spir­its bless.

Thy truth and thy pro­tect­ion

Grant ev­er­more

we pray

And in ce­les­tial glo­ry

Shall end our des­tined way.