What Our Father Does Is Well

What our Fa­ther does is well;

Blessèd truth His child­ren tell!

Though He send

for plen­ty

want

Though the har­vest-store be scant

Yet we rest up­on His love

Seeking bet­ter things ab­ove.

What our Fa­ther does is well;

Shall the will­ful heart re­bel?

If a bless­ing He with­hold

In the field

or in the fold

Is it not Him­self to be

All our store eter­nal­ly?

What our Fa­ther does is well;

Though He sad­den hill and dell

Upward yet our prais­es rise

For the strength His Word sup­plies;

He has called us sons of God

Can we mur­mur at His rod?

What our Fa­ther does is well;

May the thought with­in us dwell;

Though nor milk nor hon­ey flow

In our bar­ren Ca­naan now

God can save us in our need

God can bless us

God can feed.

Therefore un­to Him we raise

Hymns of glo­ry

songs of praise;

To the Fa­ther

and the Son

And the Spir­it

Three in One

Honor

might

and glo­ry be

Now

and through eter­ni­ty.