Divine Providence

1. Thrice comfortable hope
That calms my stormy breast;
My Father’s hand prepares the cup,
And what he wills is best.

2. My fearful heart he reads;
Secures my soul from harms;
While underneath his mercy spreads
Its everlasting arms.

3. His skill infallible,
His providential grace,
His power and truth, that never fail,
Shall order all my ways.

4. The fictious power of chance
And fortune I defy;
My life’s minutest circumstance
Is subject to his eye.

5. O might I doubt no more,
But in his pleasure rest;
Whose wisdom, love, and truth, and power,
Engage to make me blest!

C. WESLEY