Repose in God’s wisdom.
Whither, O whither should I fly,
But to my loving Father’s breast!
Secure within thine arms to lie,
And safe beneath thy wings to rest!
2 In all my ways thy hand I own,
Thy ruling providence I see:
Assist me still my course to run,
And still direct my paths to thee.
3 I have no skill the snare to shun;