Thy hand alone controls our way,

Thy Truth bids darkness turn to day;

And they Eternal Life have gained

Whose names are written on Thy Hand.

S. D. Patterson.

Know well, my soul, God’s hand controls

Whate’er thou fearest;

Round Him, in calmest music, rolls

Whate’er thou hearest.

What to thee is shadow, to Him is day,