| Whate’er my God ordains is right:His holy will abideth;
 I will be still whate’er He doth;
 And follow where He guideth;
 He is my God; though dark my road,
 He holds me that I shall not fall:
 Wherefore to Him I leave it all.
 Whate’er my God ordains is right:He never will deceive me;
 He leads me by the proper path:
 I know He will not leave me.
 I take, content, what He hath sent;
 His hand can turn my griefs away,
 And patiently I wait His day.
 Whate’er my God ordains is right:His loving thought attends me;
 No poison can be in the cup
 That my Physician sends me.
 My God is true; each morn anew
 I’ll trust His grace unending,
 My life to Him commending.
 Whate’er my God ordains is right:He is my Friend and Father;
 He suffers naught to do me harm,
 Though many storms may gather,
 Now I may know both joy and woe,
 Some day I shall see clearly
 That He hath loved me dearly.
 Whate’er my God ordains is right:Though now this cup, in drinking,
 May bitter seem to my faint heart,
 I take it, all unshrinking.
 My God is true; each morn anew
 Sweet comfort yet shall fill my heart,
 And pain and sorrow shall depart.
 Whate’er my God ordains is right:Here shall my stand be taken;
 Though sorrow, need, or death be mine,
 Yet I am not forsaken.
 My Father’s care is round me there;
 He holds me that I shall not fall:
 And so to Him I leave it all.
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