What-e'er my God or-dains is right:
His ho-ly will a-bid-eth;
I will be still what-e'er He doth,
And fol-low where He guid-eth.
He is my God, though dark my road,
He holds me that I shall not fall;
Where-fore to Him I leave it all.
What-e'er my God or-dains is right:
He ne-ver will de-ceive me;
He leads me by the pro-per path;
I know He will not leave me.
I take, con-tent, what He hath sent;
His hand can turn my griefs a-way,
And pa-tient-ly I wait His day.
What-e'er my God or-dains is right:
Though now this cup, in drink-ing,
May bit-ter seem to my faint heart,
I take it all un-shrink-ing.
My God is true; each morn a-new
Sweet com-fort yet shall fill my heart,
And pain and sor-row shall de-part.
What-e'er my God or-dains is right:
Here shall my stand be tak-en;
Though sor-row, need or death be mine,
Yet I am not for-sak-en.
My Fa-ther's care is round me there;
He holds me that I shall not fall;
And so to Him I leave it all.