The Cyber Hymnal 9991. O God, not only in distress

The Cyber Hymnal‎#9991

1 O God, not only in distress,
In pain, and want, and weariness,
Thy tender Spirit stoops to bless,
Thy will is done.

2 But oftener on the wings of peace,
And girt about with tenderness,
Thou comest, and all troubles cease,
Thy will is done.

3 In all that nature has supplied,
In flowers along the country side,
In morning light, in eventide,
Thy will is done.

4 And when a wayward wind is borne,
So lightly on a summer morn,
To stir the golden ears of corn,
Thy will is done.

5 In youthful days when joys increase,
In light, in hope, in happiness,
In quiet times of trustful peace,
Thy will is done.

6 And when the joy of life is strong,
And hidden music steals along
Our days with rapture and with song,
Thy will is done.

7 And when the widowed heart can bring
Its sorrow to Thy feet, and cling,
Till hope surpasses sorrowing,
Thy will is done.

8 Thy will is pure, O Lord, and just,
And we, frail creatures of the dust,
Through good or ill, can only trust,
Thy will is done.

9 For high above all earthly ill,
Thy purer wisdom worketh still;
And we would wait, and trust, until
Thy will is done.

10 And through the clouds from sunny skies
A light shall fall where sorrow lies;
Thou speakest, and the heart replies,
Thy will is done.

11 Descend and make Thy goodness known,
Claim all creation for Thine own,
Then, when all hearts are Thine alone,
Thy will be done.