1 WHATE'ER God will, let that be done;
His will is ever wisest;
His grace will all thy hope outrun
Who to that faith arisest.
The gracious Lord
Will help afford,
He chastens with forbearing;
Who God believes,
And to Him cleaves,
Shall not be left despairing.
2 My God is my sure Confidence,
My Hope and my Existence;
His counsel is beyond my sense,
Yet I'll not make resistance.
His Word declares
The very hairs
Upon my head are numbered;
His mercy large
Holds me in charge,
With care that never slumbered.
3 The time has come when, at His will,
My life in this world ceases;
I think upon it, and am still,
Let come whate'er He pleases.
To Him I trust
My soul, my dust,
When flesh and spirit sever.
The Christ we sing
Has plucked the sting
Away from death forever.
4 Yet one thing, Lord, I ask of Thee,
O grant my supplication:
When Satan sorely tempteth me,
Save me from desperation.
O God my Lord,
True to Thy Word,
Do Thou my soul deliver!
Who doth believe,
He shall receive.
Thy name be praised forever!
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First Line: | Whate'er God will, let that be done |
Meter: | 8, 7. 81. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1893 |
Topic: | The Cross and Comfort |
Notes: | N. L. Frothingham, Tr. a.; German: Was mein Gott will, gescheh' allzeit - Albr. of Brandenburg, 1555 |