We cannot trust him as we should, So chafes weak nature's restless mood To cast its peace away; But birds and flowers around us preach All, all, the present evil teach, Sufficient for the day.
O may these anxious hearts of ours The lesson learn from birds and flowers, And learn from self to cease, Leave all things to our Father's will, And, in his mercy trusting, still Find in each trial peace.
Lord, I delight in thee, And on thy care depend; To thee in every trouble flee, My best, my only Friend.
When nature's streams are dried Thy fullness is the same; With this will I be satisfied, And glory in thy name.
Who made my heaven secure Will here all good provide; While Christ is rich can I be poor? What can I want beside?
I cast my care on thee; I triumph and adore; Henceforth my great concern shall be To love and please thee more.
Nay, all by Thee is ordered, chosen, planned; Each drop that fills my daily cup; thy hand Prescribes for ills none else can understand. All, all is known to thee.
Be trustful, be steadfast, whatever betide thee, Only one thing do thou ask of the Lord-- Grace to go forward wherever he guide thee, Simply believing the truth of his word.
Whatsoe'er our lot may be, Calmly in this thought we'll rest Could we see as thou dost see We should choose it as the best.
O for the peace of a perfect trust, My loving God, in thee; Unwavering faith, that never doubts, Thou choosest best for me.
Best, though my plans be all upset; Best, though the way be rough; Best, though my earthly store be scant; In thee I have enough.
Best, though my health and strength be gone, Though weary days be mine, Shut out from much that others have; Not my will, Lord, but thine!
And even though disappointments come, They, too, are best for me-- To wean me from this changing world And lead me nearer thee.
O for the peace of a perfect trust That looks away from all; That sees thy hand in everything, In great events or small;
That hears thy voice--a Father's voice-- Directing for the best; O for the peace of a perfect trust, A heart with thee at rest!
I cannot always see the way that leads To heights above; I sometimes quite forget that he leads on With hands of love; But yet I know the path must lead me to Immanuel's land, And when I reach life's summit I shall know And understand.