God only knows. We leave to him

The things that are not what we would,

And trust that in his own good time

He will do that which he sees good.

His will be done. The quivering lips

Must say it, though with bitter tears.

His will! It is enough, enough

To hush our murmurs, soothe our fears.

He overrules all pain and sin,

Makes dire disgrace work out his word.