Thy Way and All Thy Sorrows

Verse 1

Thy way and all thy sorrows, Give thou into His hand, His gracious care unfailing, Who doth the heav’ns command; Their course and path He giveth To clouds and air and wind; A way thy feet may follow, He too for thee will find.

Verse 2

On Him be Thy reliance, As thou would'st prosper well; To make thy work enduring Thy mind on His must dwell. God yieldeth naught to sorrow And self tormenting care; Naught, naught with him availeth; No power save that of pray'r.

Verse 3

Thy truth and grace, O Father, Behold and surely know, Both what is good and evil, For mortal man below: And whatso'e'er Thou choosest Thou dost, great God, fulfill, And into being bringest Whate'er is in Thy will.

Verse 4

Thy way is ever open; Thou dost on naught depend; Thine act is only blessing, Thy path light without end. Thy work can no man hinder; Thy purpose none can stay, Since Thou to bless Thy children Through all dost make a way.

Verse 5

In vain the pow'rs of darkness Thy will, O God, oppose; High over all undoubting, Thy pleasure onward goes. Whate'er Thy will resolveth, Whate'er Thou dost intend, Its destined work performeth True to its aim and end.

Verse 6

Then hope, my feeble spirit, And be thou undismayed; God helps in ev'ry trial, And makes thee unafraid. Await God's time with pleasure, Then shall thine eyes behold The sun of joy and gladness His brightest beams unfold.

Verse 7

Arise, arise! thy sadness, Thy cares send far away; Away each thought afflicting That on the heart doth prey. Not in thy hands the guidance Of all events doth dwell; God on His throne o'erruleth, He guideth all things well.

Verse 8

Leave all to His direction; In wisdom He doth reign; Thy wonder far exceeding, He will His course maintain; So He as Him beseemeth, With wonder-working skill, Shall put away the sorrows That now thy spirit fill.

Verse 9

Awhile His consolation He will to thee deny, And seem as though in spirit He far from thee would fly; Awhile distress and anguish Shall compass thee around, Nor to thy supplication An answ'ring voice be found.

Verse 10

But if thou ne'er forsake Him, Thou shalt deliv'rance find; Behold all unexpected, He will thy soul unbind. He from thy heavy burden Will soon thy heart set free; Yea, from that weight no evil Hath yet befallen thee.

Verse 11

Thou child of truth, how blessed! A conqu'ror soon shalt be, With songs of glad thanksgiving A crown awaiteth thee. To thee the palm triumphal By god's own hand is giv'n, Thine, to His name who saved thee, To sing the songs of heav'n.

Verse 12

Give, Lord, this consummation To all our hearts’ distress, Our hands, our feet, O strengthen, In death our spirits bless. Thy truth and Thy protection For evermore we pray; With these in heav’ly glory Shall end our certain way.