When I can trust my all with God

Verse 1

When I can trust my all with God, In trial's fearful hour, Bow, all resigned, beneath His rod, And bless His sparing power, A joy springs up amid distress, A fountain in the wilderness.

Verse 2

O, to be brought to Jesus' feet, Though sorrows fix me there, Is still a privilege; and sweet The energies of prayer, Though sighs and tears its language be, If Christ be nigh, and smile on me.

Verse 3

Then blesséd be the Hand that gave, Still blesséd when it takes: Blesséd be He who smites to save, Who heals the heart He breaks: Perfect and true are all His ways, Whom heaven adores and death obeys.