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Whatever my God ordains is right.
Whate’er my God ordains is right,
His will is ever just;
Howe’er he orders now my cause,
I will be still and trust.
He is my God;
Though dark my road,
He holds me that I shall not fall;
Wherefore to him I leave it all.
2 Whate’er my God ordains is right;
He never will deceive;
He leads me by the proper path,
And so to him I cleave,
And take content
What he hath sent;
His hand can turn my griefs away,
And patiently I wait his day.
3 Whate’er my God ordains is right;
Though I the cup must drink
That bitter seems to my faint heart,
I will not fear or shrink;
Tears pass away
With dawn of day;
Sweet comfort yet shall fill my heart,
And pain and sorrow all depart.