Whate’er It Be

I take my por­tion from Thy hand

And do not seek to un­der­stand;

For I am blind

while Thou dost see

Thy will is mine

what­e’er it be.

Whate’er it be! what­e’er it be!

I do not fear

what­e’er it be;

Thy love di­vine sus­tain­eth me

Thy will is mine

what­e’er it be.

When dark­ness doth Thy face ob­scure

And ma­ny sor­rows I en­dure

I think of Christ’s Geth­se­ma­ne;

Thy will is mine

whate’er it be.

When ten­der joys to me are known

I ren­der thanks to Thee alone;

I know my cup is filled by Thee;

Thy will is mine

what­e’er it be.

Thus calm­ly do I face my lot

Accept it

Lord

and doubt Thee not;

Lo! all things work for good to me;

Thy will is mine

what­e’er it be.