Thy Way and All Thy Sorrows

Thy way and all thy sor­rows

Give thou into His hand

His gra­cious care un­fail­ing

Who doth the heav’ns com­mand.

Their course and path He giv­eth

To clouds and air and wind;

A way thy feet may fol­low

He too for thee will find.

On Him be thy re­li­ance

As thou wouldst pros­per well;

To make thy work en­dur­ing

Thy mind on His must dwell.

God yield­eth naught to sor­row

And self tor­ment­ing care;

Naught

naught with him avail­eth;

No pow­er save that of pray­er.

Thy truth and grace

O Fa­ther

Behold and sure­ly know

Both what is good and ev­il

For mor­tal man be­low:

And what­so­e’er Thou choos­est

Thou dost

great God

ful­fill

And in­to be­ing bring­est

Whate’er is in Thy will.

Thy way is ev­er op­en;

Thou dost on naught de­pend;

Thine act is on­ly bless­ing

Thy path light with­out end.

Thy work can no man hin­der;

Thy pur­pose none can stay

Since Thou to bless Thy child­ren

Through all dost make a way.

In vain the pow­ers of dark­ness

Thy will

O God

op­pose;

High ov­er all un­doubt­ing

Thy plea­sure on­ward goes.

Whate’er Thy will re­solv­eth

Whate’er Thou dost in­tend

Its des­tined work per­form­eth

True to its aim and end.

Then hope

my fee­ble spir­it

And be thou un­dis­mayed;

God helps in ev­ery tri­al

And makes thee un­afraid.

Await God’s time with plea­sure

Then shall thine eyes be­hold

The sun of joy and glad­ness

His bright­est beams un­fold.

Arise

arise! thy sad­ness

Thy cares send far away;

Away each thought af­flict­ing

That on the heart doth prey.

Not in thy hands the guid­ance

Of all ev­ents doth dwell;

God on His throne o’er­rul­eth

He guid­eth all things well.

Leave all to His di­rect­ion;

In wis­dom He doth reign;

Thy won­der far ex­ceed­ing

His will His course main­tain;

So He as Him be­seem­eth

With won­der work­ing skill

Shall put away the sor­rows

That now thy spir­it fill.

Awhile His con­so­la­tion

He will to thee de­ny

And seem as though in spir­it

He far from thee would fly;

Awhile dis­tress and ang­uish

Shall com­pass thee around

Nor to thy sup­pli­ca­tion

An an­swer­ing voice be found.

But if thou ne’er for­sake Him

Thou shalt de­liv­er­ance find;

Behold all un­ex­pect­ed

He will thy soul un­bind.

He from thy hea­vy bur­den

Will soon thy heart set free;

Yea

from that weight no ev­il

Hath yet be­fall­en thee.

Thou child of truth

how bless­èd!

A con­quer­or soon shalt be

With songs of glad thanks­giv­ing

A crown await­eth thee.

To thee the palm tri­umph­al

By God’s own hand is giv’n

Thine

to His name who saved thee

To sing the songs of Heav’n.

Give

Lord

the con­sum­ma­tion

To all our hearts’ dis­tress;

Our hands

our feet

O strength­en;

In death our spir­its bless.

Thy truth and Thy pro­tect­ion

For ev­er­more we pray:

With these in heav’n­ly glo­ry

Shall end our cer­tain way.