1 Our Father! through the coming year
We know not what shall be;
But we would leave without a fear
Its ordering all to thee.
2 It may be we shall toil in vain
For what the world holds fair;
And all the good we thought to gain
Deceive and prove but care.
3 It may be it shall darkly blend
Our love with anxious fears,
And snatch away the valued friend,
The tried of many years.
4 It may be it shall bring us days
And nights of lingering pain;
And bid us take a farewell gaze
Of these loved haunts of men.
5 But calmly, Lord, on thee we rest;
No fears our trust shall move;
Thou knowest what for each is best,
And thou art Perfect Love.
Source: Laudes Domini: a selection of spiritual songs, ancient and modern for use in the prayer-meeting #578
First Line: | Our Father, through the coming year |
Title: | We Would Leave it to Thee |
Author: | William Gaskell (1837) |
Language: | English |
Copyright: | Public Domain |