God Reigns, Events in Order Flow

God reigns; ev­ents in or­der flow

Man’s in­dus­try to guide;

But in a dif­fer­ent chan­nel go

To hum­ble hu­man pride.

The swift

not al­ways

in the race

Shall win the crown­ing prize;

Not al­ways wealth and hon­or grace

The la­bors of the wise.

Fond mor­tals do them­selves be­guile

When on them­selves they rest;

Blind is their wis­dom

vain their toil

By Thee

O Lord

un­blest.

’Tis ours the fur­rows to pre­pare

And sow the pre­cious grain;

’Tis Thine to give the sun and air

And to com­mand the rain.

Evil and good be­fore Thee stand

Their mis­sion to per­form;

The sun shines bright at Thy com­mand;

Thy hand di­rects the storm.

In all Thy ways

we hum­bly own

Thy pro­vi­den­tial pow­er;

Entrusting to Thy care alone

The lot of ev­ery hour.