O restless heart, why murmur?
The sun is shining still,
Though clouds may seem very near you,
God knows, it is His will.
Though clouds may seem very near you,
God knows, it is His will.

He knows the weary heartache,
The longing and unrest,
“Come unto Me,” He whispers,
“And lean upon My breast.”
“Come unto Me,” He whispers,
“And lean upon My breast.”

What most you wish and long for,
Might only bring you pain;
You cannot see the future
God’s purpose to explain.
You cannot see the future
God’s purpose to explain.

So trust, faint heart, thy Master,
He doeth all things well,
His love to you is boundless,
And more than tongue can tell.
His love to you is boundless,
And more than tongue can tell.

Thou hidden source of calm repose,
Thou all sufficient love divine,
My help and refuge from my foes,
Secure I am if Thou art mine;
And lo! from sin and grief and shame
I hide me, Jesus, in Thy Name.

Thy mighty Name salvation is,
And keeps my happy soul above;
Comfort it brings, and power and peace,
And joy and everlasting love;
To me with Thy dear Name are given
Pardon and holiness and Heaven.

Jesus, my all in all Thou art,
My rest in toil, my ease in pain,
The healing of my broken heart,
In war my peace, in loss my gain,
My smile beneath the tyrant’s frown,
In shame my glory and my crown.

In want my plentiful supply,
In weakness my almighty power,
In bonds my perfect liberty,
My light in Satan’s darkest hour,
In grief my joy unspeakable,
My life in death, my Heaven in hell.