Forever in thy sight,
No harm can happen me;
The darkness and the light
Are both alike to thee.
E’en death shall serve thy will,—
Controlled by thy command;
No change can work me ill,—
“My times are in thy hand.”
In this I sweetly rest,—
Instructed from above,—
Whatever is, is best;
For thou, O Lord, art love.
PROVIDENCE.
O God, our shield! our strong defense,
Sure staff of souls distress’d,
Beneath thy watchful providence,
Thy saints securely rest.
No want have they who seek thy face;
No good wilt thou withhold
From them that walk in righteousness,
The flock of thine own fold.
From strength to strength thy servants go,
Delighting in thy will;
Triumphant over every foe,
They stand on Zion’s hill.
Forever blessèd be thy name,—
And let the whole earth be
The temple of thy glorious fame,
And thy salvation see.