God will in safety bring you through to mansions in the skies.
He’s at the helm, he’ll guide the ship through every dangerous strait,
And make you welcome when within the holy city’s gate.
No bitter scenes of heartfelt grief, though now with anguish riven,
Will meet you in that world of bliss, the holy calm of Heaven.
Trust.
My cause is with my blessed Lord, he does my footsteps guide;
He’s led me in an unknown way, and laid my plans aside;
He’s hedged up all my well-laid schemes, or what seemed so to me,
And oh! what wisdom I behold, now his designs I see.